#but because she was raised by people who were in a position to both protect her as long as they could and knew that they had to do so

[mmelolabelle]

Occasionally I ponder the heartbreak of Anakin Skywalker; who even as a child only ever wanted to use his abilities to help, from whom the universe kept asking more and more, taking and taking and taking when he was much, much too young, until he broke and proceeded to break the whole galaxy along with him. Then the ruined shell of him still kept going as Darth Vader, not because he was particularly enthused by Palpatine or the cause, but because Anakin Skywalker was a creature of sheer will and impossible power and there was nowhere left and nothing to do but go on and on and on - until Luke. Unstoppable force meet immovable object.

Then after Anakin comes Leia Organa, who is Anakin Skywalker’s daughter in her very bones, who even as a child only ever wanted to use her abilities to help, from whom the universe kept asking more and more, taking and taking and taking when she was much, much too young. No matter what happened there was nowhere and no way for Leia to break because the galaxy was already broken. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t because she knew what would happen, what she would become if she did (Vader). Because Leia Organa was a creature of sheer will and impossible power and even as her family and the New Republic crumbled around her there was nowhere and nothing else left for her to do but go on and on and on.

#they are my tragic parent-child duo and i love them #those solo shots of OT Vader staring out across space alone #vs ST General Organa doing the same thing #my HEART #the difference between their outcomes is less that leia is an inherently stronger person #but because she was raised by people who were in a position to both protect her as long as they could and knew that they had to do so #and supported and loved her unreservedly #anakin was taken away from his mother (and Shmi bless her could only do so much) #and the jedi didn’t even realise that they needed to protect him #much less TRY #idk i get emotional #anakin skywalker #darth vader #leia organa #leia skywalker #princess leia #sw #star wars

[cupid-styles]

the yoga class (hockey!h x ballerina!yn)

in which y/n has to lead a yoga class for the hockey team, and harry doesn't miss out on making fun of her (but maybe he needs her help, too).

I actually love this blurb and I hope you guys enjoy it too :))

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: none really! y/n and harry both being stubborn little shits but minor strides made by the end :)

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When Mrs. Lei asked Y/N if she would mind instructing an entry level yoga class this evening, she neglected to mention that it was for the hockey team.

What she had said implied something along the lines of, “You’re one of my star students and always go above and beyond, and I know I can sucker you into doing nearly anything because you’re an incredibly disciplined dancer with the inability to say no.”

So, naturally, even though it felt like every single tiny muscle in Y/N’s body was aching from practicing grand and tour jetés (Mrs. Lei was ruthless about them), she said she’d do it. Because she’s a sucker without a backbone, and getting placed as a frontline dancer or receiving a glowing recommendation from Mrs. Lei somewhere down the line was more than enough of a reason for her to teach some measly 45-minute yoga class at the end of the day.

She assumes it’s some type of volunteer work, an open call to students across campus. There was a fairly large performing arts sector and, like any other university, a decent amount of sports teams, so Y/N assumed there would at least be a class of 10 or so. Mrs. Lei sets her up with a basket of yoga mats from the gym and some simple instructions of, “it’s meant to be a stretch-heavy, restorative flow, so don’t go too hard on them.”

Easy enough, right?

But Y/N’s stomach slowly begins to churn when 6 pm comes around and the only people filtering in are big, burly men that she feels like she’s only seen in layers upon layers of protective equipment. Y/N isn’t short, nor is she a particularly small person — her abilities as a dancer have been questioned time and time again because of this — so she doesn’t feel intimidated by them, considering she knows she could go toe-to-toe with them in a smattering of physical activities. Running wasn’t her strong suit, but a decent amount of cardio was required to maintain the appearance of keeping it together during longer performances, while the muscles of her arms, back, and legs were chiseled from years of nearly daily practice. 

But when Harry walks in, she assumes this is some kind of prank. Mrs. Lei would never be put up to something like that (she’s a woman with decorum), but maybe the hockey team somehow caught wind of the class and wanted to torture her, just like Harry’s been doing for the past three years. 

She stomps over to him the second he crosses the entryway, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back outside.

“No,” she says immediately, dropping his arm like it’s poisonous, “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.” she repeats through gritted teeth. “This isn’t funny. You can’t fuck with me when I’m doing something like this.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow and he seems to look genuinely confused. It’s only then that he cocks his head to the side, a smirk threatening to curl at the edges of his lips. “Cinderella, did no one tell you who this class is for?”

She shrugs her shoulders and crosses her arms over her chest. Y/N doesn’t like being taken by surprise, let alone other people knowing she’s out of the loop.

Harry damn near chortles in response as the smirk grows into a wicked grin. “Oh, sweetheart. You signed up to teach the hockey team yoga.”

Once Harry gets his boyish laughter out of the way, Y/N makes quick work of changing the rundown of the class. She moves her yoga mat all the way to the back in fear of having 15 hockey players stare at her ass the entire time, instructing them to watch her in the mirror or raise their hand if they need help getting into a certain position. She lowers the lights and puts some soothing music on to tune out any teasing laughter, but it already seems like they’re taking it seriously based on the way most of them are already in cross-legged positions, allowing their eyes to fall closed. It eases Y/N’s nerves some, until she looks over at Harry, who’s sitting there with his legs straight out like a toddler, a goofy smile on his lips.

With a roll of her eyes, she begins the class.

. . .

“This one might be a little tough so let me know if you need some help, but we’re gonna shift into a reclined pigeon pose now,” Y/N instructs, “With your back flat against the mat, bend your knees. Good. Now, with one knee still bent, we’re going to create a figure 4 by crossing the right ankle over the top of the left knee.”

She gives them some time to process, standing from her own mat to ensure no one’s desperately flopping around. 

“Great,” she praises, “This is excellent for opening your hip flexors, thighs, and chest. Make sure you’re breathing into the pose.”

She hears a chorus of deep exhales and it makes her smile. Not only is she glad that they’re actually taking it seriously (there’s a possibility she judged them all a bit too hard), but there’s something about having some sort of power over the team that strokes her ego, too. 

She weaves in and out between the mats, continuing to encourage them to breathe and stretch deeper. When she passes by Harry, who’s doing the pose a bit wrong, she resists the urge to simply kick him. 

Instead she quietly gets down on her knees, “Do you need help adjusting?”

Harry’s eyes flicker open. Instantly, he has a scowl on his face. So much for relaxation. “Why?”

“Your ankle bone should be pressing into your thigh,” she whispers, pointing to where his ankle is just barely grazing the edge of his leg, “If you deepen the pose, it’ll help with any stress you’re feeling in your hips and thighs.”

He huffs, clearly contemplating her offer, before rolling his eyes and mumbling out, “sure.”

She wants to tell him that touching him certainly isn’t at the top of her to-do list today, but she doesn’t want to disrupt the rest of the class. With her knees pressing into the surface of his yoga mat, she sits in front of him, gently grasping his right calf and shifting it to the side. 

“What the fuck, Cinderella?!” he whisper-yells, nails clawing into the thick foam he’s laying on. Y/N shushes him and sends an irritated glare his way. “That hurts!”

“Probably because your hips are tight as fuck.” she mutters. “How do you walk around like this all day?”

“I don’t know, you try being a goalie—”

“Shut the fuck up,” she whispers under her breath. She hates that argument, where people automatically assume that ballet is some pretty artform that requires minimal effort. It was gorgeous, but the amount of painful injuries Y/N’s sustained from the sport would send Harry into a tizzy. 

It’s clear that he’s not bending any deeper into the pose so Y/N stands up, deciding to finish up the class instead of focusing all of her attention on Harry and his fucked up hips. She keeps them on the floor for the remainder of their time, having them do light twists and stretches, finally closing out class with some positive self-affirmations. When 6:45 pm ticks by, she slowly turns on the lights and stands by the door. They’re all very polite, thanking her graciously for spending her evening with them. It’s almost enough to make her feel pure happiness until Harry, the last to leave, stops in front of her. 

“What?” she asks, crossing her arms defensively. 

“Can you shut the door?” 

Y/N squints her eyes at him. “No?”

“I have a question and I don’t want anyone to hear it.”

“I swear to god, if you ask me to jerk you off or something, I will punch you so hard in the dick—”

“Oh, shut up,” Harry mutters, “That’s why puck bunnies exist, asshole.”

Y/N’s stomach tightens, though she’s not exactly sure why. Every sports team had some form of groupies with “puck bunnies” being the name of the ones for the hockey team. It seemed somewhat derogatory to her, but it didn’t seem like the girls held much of an issue with it.

“Sounds gross.” she finally replies, her face twisting into an expression of disgust. 

“Well it’s not like we all share them, the girls have their biases—”

“Is this what you wanted to ask me about?”

Harry’s eyes dart to the door and she sighs, closing it gently. Annoyed, she motions for him to say whatever it is he needs to say.

“Goalies have to wear, like, a shit ton of stuff on the ice and I hardly ever stretch after a game—”

“That’s awful for you, Harry.”

He shoots her an angry look. 

“So, yeah, my hips are fucked. And they hurt really fucking bad.”

“Start stretching after games, then?” Y/N replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Yeah… that’s kind of the idea,” he says slowly, “Do you have, like… other… yoga poses that you know of? That would be good for that type of thing?”

Y/N thinks for a moment. It’s something she has to do before and after performances or practices, too, since a number of moves and jumps rely on the joint movement in her hips. From an athlete-to-athlete standpoint, she gets it. In fact, she almost pities him, because the pain must be awful.

“Yes,” she eventually says with a nod. “There’s a lot. If it helps, I can put together a little guide for you and text it to you.”

Harry raises his eyebrows. “Really? You would do that?”

She shrugs. “You must be hurting badly to ask for my help.”

He scoffs, digging into the pocket of his athletic shorts for his phone. He pulls it out, bringing up his contact page. “You have no idea.”

She hums as she quickly types her number in. For the contact name, she always puts emojis in so people don’t forget who she is. She settles on Y/N🌷🩰🍒. When she hands it back to him, he snorts. 

“What?” 

“Those emojis definitely aren’t staying.” he replies with a roll of his eyes. 

“Why?” she asks with a slightly pouty bottom lip. 

“Because emojis are childish and I don’t put them next to anyone’s name?” 

She balks at his criticism as she slides her shoes on. 

“That’s mean. I put emojis next to everyone’s name on my phone.”

Harry snorts, “Yeah? What are you gonna put next to mine, then?”

It doesn’t take her more than a second to decide: “The devil horns, probably.”

He cackles as he opens the door to the studio with a shake of his head. 

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, princess,” he calls out as he walks down the hallway. 

#writing #hockey h #harry styles writing #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles fan fic #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one direction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles oneshot

[standfucker]

Hello!! I've been thinking about an AFAB reader in the straw hat crew who dresses as a man. Short hair and masculine clothes that cover her up. She doesn't want people treating her differently or going easy on her in fights because of her gender hence her constant charade. Because of this the crew doesn't know that she is actually woman. I'd like to request drabbles of how Zoro, Sanji, And Luffy would react when finding out and where they would. Also, SFW please!

This was fun! ^^ Thanks for submitting a request! I tried to keep these a consistent length and failed. Each one ended up longer than the last... I'll have to keep trying harder to pace myself.

Discovering Your Secret - Monster Trio

CW: chest binding, canon-typical violence, injury (not described in detail), gun violence, battle trauma, nudity, awkwardness

Luffy

Group bathing was one bonding activity on the Sunny that you had to miss out on. Shyness wasn’t like you, but the guys chalked it up to a weird personality quirk and long since stopped questioning it. Some people liked their privacy, no big deal. Really, it was never a problem until Luffy barged into the bathroom one day while you were soaking, the door swinging open so hard it bounced back shut behind him.

You tried to shout that the bathroom was occupied, but it was drowned out by Luffy’s own yell of “GUM GUM CANNONBALL!” The next thing you knew, Luffy had somehow launched himself out of his clothes and into the tub, making a massive splash that took out half the water. It was only by sheer luck that he didn’t collide with you. 

Instantly you sank down low into the remaining water so only your head was above the surface. The clear water offered no protection, however, so you had to cover your chest and cross your legs. Embarrassment and panicky fear were rotten feelings to have when you had just gotten relaxed, and you found yourself getting angry on top of it all. This was such a stupid way to be found out, and it was only because your captain lacked any self-awareness.

Luffy came up with a laugh, then opened his eyes and blinked at you for a second. “Oh, hey!” he said, oblivious to your stress. “I didn’t know you were in here! Robin told me she just drew a bath, so I came in. Didn’t hear the rest of what she said–I guess she drew it for you! Shi shi shi.”

You stared at him, open-mouthed, too stunned to speak right away.

Luffy’s brows raised when you didn’t respond. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t like to bathe with others. Sorry!” “Luffy?” you tried, but he kept talking.

”Well, I’m here now, so we might as well share! We can wash each other’s backs.”

”Luffy.”

”What are you so shy for, anyway? You look fine to me.”

”Luffy!” you snapped.

”What?”

”Get out!”

”But I’m already wet!” he complained, and you mentally screamed at his stubbornness.

”Then I’ll get out! But you have to look away!” you barely managed to keep from yelling at him, trying not to lose your cool lest he get suspicious.

Luffy pursed his lips. “Fine, sheesh. I won’t look.”

He turned his head away. You hesitated, then quickly stood up and made to leave. You took one step onto the tub–and immediately slipped, thanks to the water Luffy splashed there a moment ago. A yelp left you as you fell fast.

”Y/N!” Right before you hit the tub, Luffy’s arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you safely back inside. “That was close!”

You froze in place, heart in your throat both from the fall and from your new position. Luffy’s arms were wrapped around your torso. He could clearly feel your chest against his rubbery arms. You gaped at him, wide-eyed in shock. Luffy smiled. Then he squeezed you again and frowned. Slowly, he looked down at your chest, then down even further.

”WHAT?!” Luffy yelled in shock, his eyes bugging out. “Y/N got attacked by Iva?! But when did you meet him?!”

You facepalmed hard.You’d heard about Ivankov through Luffy’s stories, so you had an idea of what he was talking about. But he missed the mark so hard it was astonishing.

Luffy quickly unwound his arms from around you and covered his face, stammering. “I’m sorry, Y/N! I had no idea!”  

Even though your own face was hot, you couldn’t help but start to laugh, though it was a bit nervous. As you carefully exited the tub, toweling off and pulling on a robe, you contemplated letting Luffy go on believing you were attacked by Iva. But then you would have to make up a story about meeting him, and lying to your bright-eyed captain seemed wrong. He meant well, after all.

Maybe this whole charade was unfair to him. Luffy couldn’t hold onto a secret to save his life anyway, so once he knew, the whole crew would know too. Still…though it would be a big change for you, it would be one less thing to worry about…

You draped your towel along the edge of the tub and perched on it, crossing your arms. “What did we learn about respecting people’s privacy?”

”I’m sorry,” Luffy said, peeking through his fingers before lowering his hands. “I didn’t know you had a reason…I won’t do it again! But when did you cross paths with Iva? During the two years I was away?”

”No, Luffy. I’ve never met Ivankov.” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I’ve been a girl this whole time. I was just pretending to be male.”

”Whaaat!? Really?” Luffy’s eyes bugged out at you again. “But why?”

You did your best to explain your reasons. Luffy only seemed to grow more confused as you went on, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

”I don’t get it. Nami and Robin are strong,” he said.

“Never said they weren’t,” you replied patiently. “But Nami and Robin get underestimated constantly. Maybe they’re used to it, but I can’t stomach the idea. It’s insulting.”

“Hmm…” Luffy thought for a second. “Does this mean we can’t wrestle anymore?”

“Of course we can! The whole point is that I don’t want you to treat me differently!”

“Oh… Oh! I see!” Luffy said, his eyes lighting up with realization. “Okay then! I’ll whoop your butt like normal!”

A warm feeling filled your chest, and you smiled. Now he was catching on, and he didn’t seem to mind. The relief was almost dizzying.

You asked Luffy to try to keep it a secret for now.

He lasted about three weeks, until he asked you one day, point-blank in front of the others: “Hey, Y/N? Where do your boobs go when you get dressed?”

Zoro

“Behind you!”

Zoro’s shout made you whirl around, raising your weapon, but your opponent was already on the downswing. Their sword cut your chest open from clavicle to rib. Pain sizzled out from the gash, hot and burning, but in addition to that, you could feel that your binder was damaged, freeing your breasts. You grit your teeth through the pain and managed to strike your foe down. Then you hunched over yourself, arms crossed over your chest, quivering. The warm blood on your arms told you this one might be serious, but despite the wound, all that was on your mind was getting found out.

Zoro rushed to your side, mowing down foes as he went until he was there. “Did they get you? Let me see.” But you shook your head. “Let me see!” he insisted, an edge of panic to his voice as blood dripped onto the ground below you.

You looked up at him with visible fear, which he misunderstood. “You’re going to be okay, but you have got to let me see.”

Shaking, you lowered your arms, revealing your wound and your secret all at once.

Zoro’s eyes widened, momentarily speechless. Then he snapped out of it, hurriedly taking off his shirt and wrapping it around your torso. He picked you up, one arm supporting your bottom while the other tucked you against his chest to hide your front. You pressed your face into his shoulder, discomposed from the shock of the injury and from the sudden reveal.

What would he think of you now? All the times you arm wrestled, all the times you sparred, all the drinking contests and shared conversations and shared fights–would you never experience them again? You kept asking yourself those questions as Zoro took you out of the slowing battle.

Chopper was shocked, but promised to keep your secret. However, after he found out that you’d been binding your chest with bandages almost 24-7, he scolded you harshly, going on about how you could permanently damage your body.

At your request, Zoro’s the only one Chopper let visit you in the ship’s infirmary. For a while, Zoro didn’t say anything, just stared at your bandaged chest with an unreadable expression.

“I wanted you to respect me,” you said, breaking the silence. He didn’t respond. “I could never be your equal otherwise. Please understand.”

Zoro looked down at you and gave a heavy sigh, eyes distant for a moment. “...You remind me of someone I used to know.” He sat on the edge of your bed, some softness to his gaze now. “I get it. I get why you hid this. But you’re an idiot.”

”I know. I let myself get hurt.”

”No, dummy. Because you treated the crew like we wouldn’t understand. You didn’t trust us. It makes sense in the beginning, but after all these years?” He frowned at you, and you realize that deep down, he was hurt.

”I didn’t want anything to change between us.” You looked away, ashamed. “Between you and me.”

”It doesn’t have to.”

”You don’t like to fight women.”

Zoro grimaced at the accusation, knowing you’re right. The infirmary was quiet for a minute.

”I’m sorry,” Zoro finally said. “I’ll…I’ll do better. Nothing has to change.” He paused, and offered up a smirk. “After all, I go easy on you anyways.”

You feel yourself tear up at his acceptance, and grinned back at him. “Once I heal up, I’ll make you regret that.” You paused, face falling. “You won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want Sanji to…you know.”

“Yeah.” Zoro made a face at the cook’s name. ”It’ll stay between the three of us,” he promised. “I still think you should tell them, but it’s not my secret to share.”

”Maybe in time. I’ll have to think about it,” you said, and he nodded.

Zoro held out his hand. You clasped it in a big swing, grimacing when it made your wound sting, and squeezed as tightly as you could.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” Zoro said, squeezing back. “Okay? We’re still buds.”

”Okay.” Again, you felt the tears threatening to spill.

”But if you cry, I’ll make fun of you.”

”Shut up!”

Once Zoro realizes you were hindered by the binder for all of your matches against him, he got fired up. All the times he won, you had a handicap–it wasn’t a fair match, he decided. However, there wasn’t really a place on the ship where you could take it off in front of others, so he was forced to remain undecided on the topic of which one of you is stronger.

It wasn’t until you revealed your secret to the others that you and Zoro finally got to have a proper, no-holds-barred sparring session. True to his word, he didn’t hold back, too battle-hungry to care if he touched your chest when you wrestled or exchanged blows. (Sanji snarled in the background, but neither of you were paying him any attention.)

As it turned out, when you let your aching ribs heal and could breathe properly, you were far better than you were before. You ended up almost defeating the swordsman, and he was so proud of you that he threw an arm around your shoulders and noogied your head until you were certain he left track marks in your skull. “That’s my girl!”

Sanji

The impact of your sword against your opponent’s knocked the weapons out of the both of your hands. Undeterred, you dashed forward to take them on barehanded, confident in your unarmed strength. Right as you reached them, they drew a hidden flintlock from their back belt, and touched the muzzle to your forehead.

You froze. The battlefield seemed to fade away, nothing solid or corporeal except for the gun to your head. You couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in your ears, feel anything but the cold steel pressed to your skull. Everything rushed through your head in one synaptic burst, a thousand million thoughts of how soon, how final this was. All the years of adventure, ending here. One slip-up. You were going to die.

You couldn’t even feel regret. Just the sensation of your heart beating as if it was in every blood vessel. You didn’t hear the call of your name, nor the shouted “Diable Jambe!”

In the time it took for your opponent to squeeze his trigger finger, Sanji appeared seemingly out of nowhere and kicked the guy’s hand so hard you saw it break. The gun fired into the ground a few feet away from you, and with another burning kick, Sanji knocked him out.

You were in shock, standing there unharmed, but useless. Sanji took notice, calling for you again. When you didn’t respond, he rushed to you and grabbed your shoulders, shaking you hard. “Get it together! We still need you!”

Suddenly the sound, the sensation, everything came rushing back, hitting you all at once. You blinked, glanced at the surrounding battle, then at Sanji’s tense expression.

“Y/N!”

“I’m okay!” you said. “T-Thanks. I’m okay.” With that, you rushed for your fallen sword, ready to rejoin the battle.

It wasn’t your first brush with death, but this one rattled you worse than the others. After the battle you dwelled on it constantly, thinking back to that moment and breaking out into a cold sweat even though you’d just cleaned up. You couldn’t think about anything else, focus on anything going on around you. You skipped dinner, stomach too upset to eat, and were barely able to sleep despite your exhaustion from the day’s battle. You skipped breakfast the following day, and only around lunchtime did your mind seem to catch up to your body. You watched Luffy and the crew mess around, playing and laughing and arguing, and suddenly you realized that you almost lost this forever. Immediately, the urge to cry overtook you with tremendous force. You hurried through the ship’s interior, shoved yourself into a corner, and sobbed into your hands.

Dead. Oh god, you were almost dead. How was it that easy? All the strength you had worked so hard to build, meaningless. How could you have been so overconfident? How could you have let yourself lose so easily? Had Sanji not been there, you would have been gone. Gone.

The tears ran hot down your cheeks, and you bit your tongue to keep from being loud. It could have gone so much worse. Sanji was dependable, but tended to keep his eye on the girls during fights. He only saved you because you were close by. It was sheer luck that he saved you. Only luck.

“Y/N!”

Sanji’s call of your name made you go quiet. You resisted the urge to sniffle, even as your nose ran. If he found you…it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you’d rather not be caught crying. You spent years building the image of the stoic, masculine fighter, and would prefer to keep up that appearance. Sanji called you again, closer this time, and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah?” you called out.

“Lunch is ready, so hurry on down,” he announced from the doorway, just out of your vision.

It took you a minute to gather yourself, but after washing your face and regulating your breathing, you were ready to rejoin the group once more.

In the weeks following, you dealt with your shock and processed it the best that you could. Eventually you started sleeping better again, your appetite returned, and life seemed to go on as normal…except for one thing: Sanji. He started acting strangely when he was nearby.

It started off small. He was far more pleasant around you than he normally was. Not that you and Sanji held animosity toward each other, but usually he treated you like another male: friendly enough if you weren’t Zoro, but not to this degree. He never really brightened up at the sight of you before. Nor did he ask for your opinion in his upcoming meal plan for the week. At first you chalked it up to him noticing your earlier distress somehow, but after you got better, he kept on acting saccharine.

One day, he brought you a drink. Not served you at the table with everyone else, but went out of his way to bring it to where you were sunbathing on the deck. You could only stare at him until he awkwardly left it by your side, stammered something about the heat, and then left.

Incidents like that kept happening, usually out of sight of the other crewmates, but not always. The others started picking up on it too. At one point, Sanji brought Robin, Nami, and Chopper slices of cake–and then brought you a plate as well. That time, everyone’s eyes were on him, but Sanji pretended like nothing was off.

When he chirped “Hi, Y/N-chan,” to you as he passed by you in the hall, you had enough. You grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, hard. He immediately knew he messed up, but despite your fingers fisted in his collar and your murderous expression, he only flushed red.

“What are you doing?” you hissed.

“I–I’m–” Sanji stammered. Blood started to run from one of his nostrils.

“Why are you acting like this?” you demanded. “Being all sappy and disgusting to me. Who do you think I am?”

“I–I’m sorry,” Sanji tried. You grit your teeth, beginning to fear the worst.

“Did you lose all respect for me when you saved my life?” you asked bluntly.

“Of course not! I think highly of you.”

“Too much so, don’t you think?” you had to struggle not to shout. “Is this because you heard me crying last month?”

Sanji shut his mouth, glancing aside and giving away the answer. He nodded.

“Am I weak to you or something?”

“No, that’s not it–” he tried, but you pulled him away from the wall and slammed him back into it.

“I don’t understand! You’re too soft with me. Why are you treating me so nicely?”

“Because you’re a woman, and women deserve the best.” He said it unflinchingly and with conviction, looking right back into your eyes.

The answer was obvious, but a part of you still hoped it was something else, hoped that because he didn’t go overboard with his affections that he didn’t know. Your grip on his collar weakened and gave away along with your hopes, hands hanging limply at your sides.

“When did you find out?” you asked quietly. “Or should I say, how?”

“I saw you crying.” Sanji pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his nose.

“So?”

“You may look and act like a man…but a woman’s tears leave no room for doubts.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Unfair. That’s what this was. Just unfair. Because after all those years living as a male, you got found out because of Sanji’s freakish sixth sense for women. Your sigh was heavy, and you had to rest your head in your hand for a moment.

“Okay, well, we need to set some things straight. You can’t keep slipping up around me, or the others will find out. They already suspect something’s up.”

“I'm trying!” Sanji retorted. “I knew you were hiding it for some reason, so I tried to keep myself in check! Do you know how hard it’s been?”

“How hard it’s been?” You wanted to punch him. “You have no idea what I go through every day just to keep up appearances! Just to earn the regard I deserve! Why couldn't you respect me as a man?”

“I don't respect men.”

“Ugh!” You punched the wall by his head instead. Sanji didn’t flinch. “You have to take me seriously.”

“I am!”

“We can’t keep going like this.” You bit your lip in frustration, trying to think of a solution. Maybe you could use his weird complex around women to your advantage, if he would just stop giving it away. “Okay, listen. Sanji. If you really want to do me a favor, the best thing you can do is help me keep my secret. That means whenever you have the urge to treat me like a girl, you nip it in the bud. Can you do that?”

“I…I’ll try.” Sanji went to take your hand, but you yanked it away.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! You can’t be so familiar.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hard! I–I want to treat you right. I want to be close to you.”

“I want to be close to you to,” you admitted, surprising yourself. “But I. I’d… I’d rather hold onto my secret.”

He looked hurt, which sent a cold pang of guilt into your stomach. Reaching out, you patted his shoulder. “I’m depending on you, do you understand?”

Sanji took in your expression–serious, worried, uncertain–and nodded. The hand that reached for yours instead went over his heart. “I promise,” he said, “I will do everything I can to help keep your secret.”

The talk with Sanji helped massively, fixing his odd behavior around you for the most part. There was one thing he couldn’t give up, and that was giving you a nickname. He called you something in French–“mon petit chou,” he would say–but as it was foreign, you figured it was safe to use around the crew, and let it slide.

It was only a few months later that you learned Robin was fluent in French.

#replies #luciledreamz #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #x reader #one piece imagines #finished requests #zen writes

[adventuringblind]

Oscar the Matchmaker: Chapter Three

Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Jos overhear a conversation and the trio finds themselves in a confrontation

Warnings: Jos being Jos, Oscar throwing hands, implied homophobia and slurs

Notes: I definitely wasn’t listening to eye of the tiger while writing this…

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Masterlist

It’s was only a matter of time until someone noticed. Max had been more then smiley as of late and it wasn’t just because he was dominating the sport. He’d fallen head over heal and looked like a love sick puppy.

His smile tends to grow a little extra when someone brings up either of his partners. He just blamed on the fact he thought they were doing well and had become friends with both.

Christian didn’t fall for it. He wasn’t team principal for nothing. He’s an observant man and had seen it in the way Max moved, his he talked, even in his driving.

Max found himself being pulled aside by Christian into a space where the people either didn’t bother them or didn’t care what they were talking about.

“Care to tell me what has you so happy lately?”

Max panics and stutters, then ends up just shrugging his shoulders. “The weather.” He mentally face palms at the terrible lie.

Christian laughs at him and grabs his shoulders. “It’s a miracle you can make it through interviews sometimes.” He releases him again before continuing. “Are you going to tell me the truth now.”

“First promise me you won’t be mad and that you won’t judge.”

“Would you like me to pinky swear it?”

Max rolls his eyes but continues one. “I’m in a relationship.”

“Well I already knew that part.” A skirt tugs on Christian’s lips. “Who is the lucky lass? Or is it a lad?” The playful eyebrow raise puts Max oddly at ease.

“Both actually.” His hands get clams and he wants nothing more to disappear at the confession. The fear of judgement giving him nervous energy.

“… Like two partners or gender-fluid?” The genuine curiosity in the older males voice made him relax. He wanted to know and was supportive it seems.

“Two Partners. Y/N and Oscar, actually.” He is hopeless. He can’t even say their names without smiling.

Christian is also smiling widely. “I’m so happy for you! Remember this is a safe space and if anyone says anything please let me know. If not afraid to tell someone off.”

Max feels the tension leave his body. His initial panic evaporating into think air. “Thank you, it means a lot really.”

“Are you three going to go public? If so then please tell me sooner rather then later so the team is prepared.”

“No plans for that right now, just figuring things out. But I’ll make sure to let you know.”

Despite their plans to not go public or let more people into their secret, someone was ,siting just around the corner.

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Max texted them immediately after the conversation. They still had a few hours before the race so he wasn’t to worried about time.

Max: Christian knows

Y/N: … is he upset?

Max: No, he’s actually really supportive

Oscar: interesting turn of events

Max: you two aren’t mad with me?

Y/N: why would we be mad? Christian is basically your dad!

Oscar: we made a decision that we are disowning Jos

Max: I don’t think that’s how that works

Y/N: don’t care. He’s disowned.

Max chuckles at their comments. They are both younger then him but neither would hesitate to protect him from anything. Including his aggressive father.

He didn’t notice a problem at first. He thought it was normal until he got up to formula 1 and Daniel told him that it’s not. Christian and Seb followed after him. Soon Max was in a position where he had to come to terms with his childhood.

He’d yet to do that because despite it all, Jos is still his father and he loves him.

All that to say he wouldn’t be surprised if the female in their trio ended up punching him one day.

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It had been an absolutely shitty race for her. She’s on the verge of tears when she’s getting ready to leave until Yuki comes sliding around the corner. “They have more stuff to talk about.” She can hear the annoyance in her his voice.

“What if we just run away.”

“I may be fast, but my legs are short. We’d never make it.”

She groans and sends a quick text to the boys telling them she is going to be late and they can leave without her. Instead of the response she was expecting, they said they’d wait for her by the paddock entrance.

She smiled reading the text, then locked her phone again.

~

Her legs feel heavy as she walks through the dark and almost deserted paddock. Her brain has already shut off and she wants nothing more then to curl up with her lovers and sleep until next year.

A pair of heavy footsteps fall in line behind her. She assumes it’s just leftover staff and continues her journey. That is, until she hears the thick Dutch accent of Jos Verstappen. The last person on the planet she wants to see.

“Can we talk for a moment?” He yells out to her.

“I’m late for something, sorry.” She doesn’t look at him. She fears if she does she might not be able to hold her tongue or hands and the last thing she wants to do it get in trouble.

It doesn’t take long for him to catch up. She blames her uncooperative appendages.

“We need to talk.” He grabs her bicep and she yelps in surprise.

“I really am la-“

“You and the Australian keep away from my son.”

She panics. Her breathing gets labored faster then she would’ve liked. Questions fill her mind of how he knows. She tries to yank her arms away but he tightens his grip.

“Never.” She spits. He used his free hand to wipe his face. She can feel him heating with anger as his movements become jagged. She readies herself for the possibility of a swing. At least if he hits her first then she can hit him back.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” The much more soothing Dutch accent yells from behind her.

“Is it true? You’re really lumping yourself in with this nonsense?” Max had almost forgotten why he doesn’t tell his father things. He’d had to relearn everything when he was finally able to spend time with people who wanted him to understand that the internalized homophobia that he’d grown up with was not okay in any sense.

“Yeah, I am.” Max keeps his distance. His father is prone to aggression and Max fears for the girl currently in his hold.

The fear and simultaneous relief flood through him as he pushes her straight to the ground. The look of pain and exhaustion in her eyes is hard to look at.

She doesn’t move. She can’t find the energy to do so.

“Your no son of mine. My son would never be a fa-“ He does not get the chance to finish his sentence. Oscar had connected his fist to the Dutch’s face and sent him stumbling backwards.

She could feel Oscar seething. She’d never seen him lose his temper. Ever. Since she’d known him. He could be cold and calculated but this was a whole new level.

She looked at Max who was now gently hugging Oscar from behind and trying to calm the anger behind the Australians eyes. He also looked at her for some sort of understanding. Neither of them had any clue what to do.

“Say it again. I fucking dare you.” Oscar held his gaze on the older man. It felt as if time had frozen around them. “You have no right to say such things.”

Oh. It clicked for her then. He’d done this before with one of her exes. A few of them actually.

It’s not like she’d never been with a female before. She’d been called that F slur before and it definitely didn’t feel right. Oscar had also punched them. There was no hesitation behind his swing either.

Jos just stares back at them and Max had no other ideas except to get Oscar away before he gets himself in trouble. She watches as he starts tugging him back towards the entrance. Stopping to give you a hand up. Then she held Oscars hand in hers the entire way back to the hotel. Despite his earlier anger, he held her hand so gently and occasionally placed kisses on her knuckles. Reciprocating the action to Max when they came to a stop sign or red light.

He’d still not settled down when they got to the hotel room. His frantic pacing and angry rant seemed to help, but only so much.

“Love, pretty sure there are other ways to help you get some of this energy out.” She purrs. Had she noticed max is turned on? Yes. Is she also turned on? Yes. Have both of them been whispering about the rage fueled Aussie being turned on? Again, yes.

He freezes and eyes both of them with a rather lustful gaze.

Sometimes the best cure to pent up energy is really good sex.

~

Max wakes up to the awful sound of his phone buzzing. The blissful feeling of his lovers tangled in the sheets with him now ruined by the terrible sound.

Still he looks at the caller ID and almost chokes when he sees Christian’s name on his phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Max… I was wondering if you could shed some light on why your father called to tell me not to let, and I quote, ‘the deranged McLaren Australian’ anywhere near out garage?”

Max laughs. It’s probably not the right time and the other two are now awake and trying to tug him down into the bed, but he can’t help it. “Oscar punched him last night because he used the F word.”

“The F word? Doesn’t Oscar say fuck? I’ve heard him before I think.”

“I should clarify: the F slur.”

Silence falls from the other end of the line. For a moment Max things he lost connection until he hears Christian grumbling. “Tell Oscar he’s allowed in anytime he wants and your father will be receiving a strongly worded letter about how he’s not welcome back.”

Again, Max can only laugh at the situation and how it’s unfolded. He’s not complaining though. It’s nice knowing that he doesn’t always have to fight for himself.

#x reader #fanficion #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 #racing #angst #f1 fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #redbull racing #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren racing #lando norris x reader #formula racing #f1 #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar jack piastri #jos verstappen #charles leclerc x reader #super max #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen f1 #mclaren #mclaren f1 #redbull

[solselah]

Pick A Movie ? 💛

(Channeled messages are unrelated to plot)

PILE 1 - TOTAL RECALL

You’ve been noticing recently that your lucid dreaming has gotten so real !! I believe you had an idea how this journey was going to go but you got hit with a mini curve ball the last time you attempted to lucid dream !! Your guides are kind of smirking like just ask us to “lead and guide you and so it shall be” they are definitely protecting during this interesting moment of learning how to “get off the ground” it seems like you start to astral project and you maybe get a bit overwhelmed & feel the need to stop & try again ! On the other hand as you’re sleeping the whole time you’re lucid dreaming to these dimensions & meeting people you actually know in that realm ! So In reality your guides want to lead you into conscious Astral travel !!! Being that you unexpectedly lucid dream almost every night !!! I see for some you really do meet up in the astral realm like it’s a game lol , like okay player 1 is here , player two is here we’re ready to GO! I would just be aware of those you travel with if this is what you choose to do ! Make sure you’re truly okay with sharing your energy on that level !

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PILE 2 - MOONLIGHT

I’m hearing you could be a Sagittarius specifically !! If not you have HEAVY Jupiterian energy! The message I’m receiving is that revolving around your self worth & how it’s been at a 0% when it’s literally always been at 100% with you ! I see people around you are concerned and want you to know they care and are here for you , with anything you may need ! For some you’ve just been watching and listening !! For a few you could’ve really had an imbalanced upbringing, I’m seeing that you may have had your parents, which is a positive thing , but they both seem to have “filled the same glass consistently”

meanwhile the other “glasses” (🍷)that were in need of attention remained empty ! So maybe they raised you based off how they were raised or how they simply wanted to. There were usually no input from others , especially family ! They could’ve been so Focused on your goals making sure you don’t make them look any less than they deem themselves to be ! I’m so picking up a mothers energy , she is toxic yall!! And would rather you “raise yourself” than put energy into molding you & raising you with the love that nourishes and not the back handed guilt of love ! Things will be so different when you decide to have kids or even if you do ! You move so different than your family and I commend you for it ! 💙

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PILE 3 - HIDDEN FIGURES

So I see your having doubts about if this person is literally your twin flame like you don’t have any clue about what that even means or looks like for you & your not the type of person to look online and associate your experiences with the next , you need to experience these things for yourself to really solidify it in your eyes ! So you are doubting which is so okay because I do feel it’s a natural reaction to such a powerful dynamic ! Now as far as labeling it as twin flame that part you’re not sure about , like you rarely like saying boyfriend and girlfriend ! You are okay with being Partners or just people who love each other ! You are my pile that moves independent mostly , what you want you really go out there and get it for you ! To make you feel good , to add to the list of your accomplishments! You feel like this

“Twin flame “ thing might take you off your tracks as far as being independent , you’re not really ready for that level of emotion !! You definitely are dealing with someone who is KARMIC to you and is capable of mirroring to you , your faults ! You’re just not ready for that !! I wouldn’t 100% say you have interacted with your twin flame if you even have one ! I just feel like one of you may think that and the other is feeling so off about it. You’re hiding from the things that are triggering you which is so normal but at some point you’ll HAVE to face it !! Take it gently! Never with force ✨

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PILE 4 - BRIDESMAIDS

(Mini 18+ warning )

You’re so not good with rejection of any kind !! lol you can be the type of person who is like go big or go home ! you will literally pay an arm and leg for something you really want !!! You have a very abundant mind set and can actually create and manifest with that gift so amazingly !! You take action you’re not lazy whatsoever , you are a money maker and may even work from home to where you still are in the comfort of your own Space ! The message for you is to maintain this abundant mindset and you never know where you’ll end up in the next 6 years as far as goals are concerned!! Venus is ushering in some good sex for you ! It’s almost like you work with a goddess connected to Venus and you can manifest the person , place & time lol your definitely a Conjurer or a sorceress an empress , you may work with water as well , I’m seeing water offerings !! So you have a deep connection to the element of water. You could be a Pisces I’m feeling that sign heavily! you may also have a Scorpio Venus for some or even a Jupiter in Taurus for others ! You are really so godly ! The shape , the body, the energy its all goals !!! 🔥🔥

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Hope you enjoy 💛

IG: @ soleccentric

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[veenus777]

◜Dad! Jason Headcanons ◞

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Characters : dad!jason todd x latino vigilant! Reader

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Summary: recently I saw a post from @super-marvel-dc here on Tumblr where she said her headcanons of Jason being a father of a big family, and it inspired me a lot! So I decided to share some of the crazy things that had been on my mind for a while about this. If you like this maybe it could become a series

(Link to the initial post by @super-marvel-dc, )

          ┊ ᝰ﹕Theme : nothing but fluffy and google translate english

- You and Jason had already been married for about two years, things were stable and happy for both of you, taking into account your busy vigilante lives.

- The first child to be adopted was Naomi, who was found when she was just 3 years old abandoned in the alley of crime, and since then you and Jason have had her as your daughter

- Shortly afterwards, things got complicated with a completely unplanned and surprising pregnancy, after all, after the incident, Jason thought he could not even have biological children,and nine months later you had twins Holden and Skyler

- Shortly after two years, a little boy named Austin had been rescued by the Gotham police after a major attack caused by the Black Mask, having arrested the culprit Jason felt the responsibility of taking the boy in

-And then came the twins Savannah and Aspen, who were adopted after a Wayne gala in support of Gotham Orphanage, the big surprise for everyone was Jason and Y/n adopted two of the children instead of Bruce

- After that came Hazel, a little girl who had been purposely abandoned at the mall by her mother.

- and then we had river, a boy from a troubled family who lived in the alley of crime, and with him little darcy who was protected by river while her parents were too busy spending all their money on drugs

- And that was how the simple routine maintained by two people over five years together, in less than three years multiplied, becoming a family of eleven people

- At first things were chaotic but over time a routine was established, Fridays were reserved for friends, Saturdays for meetings and Sundays for family.

- Jason despite initially being terrified of fatherhood and literally shaking with fear, things changed in a short time, this man read every book on pregnancy, fatherhood and positive parenting he could find, he watched vlogs and tips on YouTube and Instagram from mothers and fathers on how to care for and educate their children, and I say with conviction that he has become an incredible father and making it his personal mantra to become the father he wishes he had had

- because you have children of different ethnicities, you reserved one day a week with us. traditional cuisine dinner, holidays with foods typical of each place, you made sure your children knew about their respective cultures and origins

- As a Latina by blood and raised in a Latin neighborhood in Gotham, you made sure your children learned your native language (Portuguese or Spanish, you choose lol), in addition to obviously the house being always filled with cultural music and food

- Speaking of home, in a short time you had to exchange your beautiful industrial loft in the center of Gotham for a large farm-style house that was about 40 minutes from Gotham, after all, you refused to raise your children in the chaos that was that city. by the way, don't tell bruce but you and jason had to accept many jobs in addition to surveillance and batman's rules to be able to pay for everything, but for the comfort of your children it was worth it

- Since the family grew abruptly, visits to the mansion became less frequent, but you and the children still visited at least once a month, especially when you needed a free babysitter. It is worth mentioning that for a long time they will be the butt of jokes on family holidays due to the large number of children

- You keep the life of vigilantes away from the children's reality, they don't even know about their second identities because you feel better knowing that you are keeping them away from this world, despite this you both agree that you will bring the truth to light when they are old enough

- Despite not wanting anyone anywhere near a gun or robin uniform, they all know self-defense and some type of fight or sport.

- An additional thing is that Jason sees himself on the river a lot, especially when he was younger, and that's why he always tries to be a present for him.

-Meanwhile Austin is the little version of Dick which makes Jason wish for death many times while you just laugh at the whole situation finding it hilarious, and all of this gets worse after I give Austin gymnastics lessons which results in Jason taking his son away from him. you from the roof of the house after ending up stuck in one of the tiles.

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#jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd #imagine #headcanons #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #dc comics #dcu #dc universe #batfam #red hood and the outlaws #x reader

[lakesbian]

“I knew he was the reason she had texted me for help, from the moment I saw her reaction.  Maybe I’d suspected there was something going on even before that, from the way her emails and texts had changed in tone.  It would explain that gut feeling I’d had that made me get over there as fast as I did.  I saw her shrink back, I felt her hold me tighter, and I went cold inside.

okay so just to set down the WoGs about this so we all know where i'm coming from

i think the biggest lie here aside from the obviously false constant reiteration he's doing that he Had No Idea Who The Man Was, No Sir is that he went cold inside...or rather i think 'i went cold inside' is a perfectly true statement, but he wants it to be taken as "i went emotionally dead inside and beat the man up like a cool and tough manly older brother and saved the day" when the reality is that he was frozen/chilled with fear from coming face-to-face w/ his abuser, and he hated himself for feeling so weak and incapable of moving/acting to protect his sister. his desire to be big + scary mixed w/ both his desire to run away/hide himself and aisha from their abuser and his mental conflation of "being able to care for people" and "being masculine/not being weak," and it resulted in the ability to generate darkness. darkness to scare people, darkness to hide him, darkness that makes him look bigger if he generates it around himself. all, of course, while he remains fundamentally vulnerable at the center.

like.

you know? You Fucking Know? brian laborn, man. & he explicitly details how this mindset was beaten into him as a child, while completely oblivious to the fact that there's anything wrong with it:

“Well my father is a hard man. Not the kind of man that’s meant to raise a son alone. I wouldn’t say he was abusive, but there’s never been any warmth to him, no charming anecdotes, no fatherly wisdom, no throwing baseballs in the backyard. The extent of our bonding was in the gym, him holding the punching bag in position while shouting at me that I was doing something wrong, staying grimly quiet if my form, my timing, the raw power of my hits were all flawless. Or we’d be in the ring, with boxing helmets and gloves on, a thirty five year old man in peak physical condition barely holding back against his fifteen year old son. He just expected me to keep up or take the hits, and I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

he has to be strong and masculine, because he's been taught that if he isn't, he will be demeaned and hurt.

so, my theory on the matter is that after he triggered from beating himself up over freezing, the little moment of him being distracted/staggered from coming out of the vision was enough for him to yell at himself in his head and kick himself into "fight" gear.

“So even if I was only fifteen, I was tall for my age, I was fit, and I knew how to throw a punch. I didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound. I put my sister down and beat my mother’s boyfriend within an inch of his life, my mother screaming and wailing the entire time. When I was done, I picked my sister up and returned to the cab. We went to my father’s that night, and we went to the police station in the morning.”

i think the emphasis he puts on Not Saying A Word And Not Making A Sound is an indicator that that's another part of the memory he really wants to revise, just like how his constant reiteration that he didn't know the man is exactly what indicates that not only did he know the man, knowing the man was very significant and scary to him. i would put, like, 20 bucks down that he's insisting that he was dead silent precisely because he was choking back tears. as 4 the last bit of his big fucking lie....

“When you throw a punch barehanded, it doesn’t leave your hands pristine. A few good swings, you connect solidly with someone’s face, someone’s teeth, and it tears the fuck out of your knuckles. It was at my father’s place that night, washing and cleaning my hands, when I saw it. It wasn’t just blood leaking out of my torn up knuckles, but there was the darkness too, like wisps of really black smoke. You hear about the trigger event, you might think it’s all about rage or fear. But I’m a testament that it can be just the opposite. I didn’t feel a fucking thing.”

i think the fixation on the violence of the thing is in part a desperate desire to prove that he's strong enough--an indicator that he's still the same scared little boy he was 3 years ago, the boy with no route out of being beaten up by his father but violence, the boy being taught that knowing how to hurt people is what keeps you safe. he's trying to turn that into something good, by hurting the "right" people, by hurting people for aisha, but he's still fundamentally under the dysfunctional impression that being a strong, masculine man who can hurt people without flinching is good and impressive and a way to keep himself and his loved ones safe. i think it's also in part that this was the first time he ever really, seriously, intentionally hurt someone, and he's still got the vivid traumatic memories of the wounds to his knuckles to prove it. i do buy that he didn't notice the darkness until he was washing his hands--incredibly vivid and compelling symbolism, and one of the top all time worm things i wish people would redraw.

i also think it's really, really funny how he's insisting that he "didn't feel a fucking thing" RIGHT after a conversation between everyone about how trigger events are the worst day of your life. it's so comically teenage-edgelordy and fake as a trigger event story! and he is telling it because he wants taylor to think he's cool! and it works! she buys that shit! so so funny that he's telling this entire ass huge fucking lie right in front of lisa too. everyone on this team is always fucking lying in front of lisa like ooh good thing no one knows i'm lying. she is basically the bravest and nicest girl on the planet ever for not tattling on him.

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 4 #wormblr #parahumans #brian time brian time everyone join me for brian time

[jadeclaymoresworld]

I wish I had Kit Tanthalos as a child. I wish I could have sat on the sofa with my mum and dad and watched as a Disney princess was the one doing the rescuing.

I wish we could have watched together as Kit and Jade navigated their relationship from best friends in love with each other but scared to say anything, to admitting to each other how they feel.

I wish we could have seen people notice the relationship between Kit and Jade without telling either of them that it was wrong, or not allowed.

Boorman clocks that there’s something going on in episode one, and all he does is give a little smile, raises an eyebrow and nods towards Jade and Kit sleeping close to each other, he never says that its wrong or that it wouldn’t ever work.

Elora give’s Kit advice on what to say to Jade, she calls Kit out on how she’s behaving, because everyone can see that there is something to Jade and Kit, but again, Elora never says its wrong, she encourages Kit to be brave, to talk to Jade about how she feels.

Willow calls Jade out on the real reason she’s willing to throw herself off a cliff. It’s not for Tir Asleen or Sorsha, it’s because she loves Kit, and she protects Kit. He says it with a smile on his face, and yeah Jade looks embarrassed to be called out on her feelings at first, but knowing there’s no negative impact coming, she embraces it.

So yeah, I wish I had Kit Tanthalos as a child. Because I could have seen myself on my screen so much sooner than I did.

Any media I had as a child that showed love between two women, was either in the light of its wrong and they had to hide who they were, or one or both of them ended up being killed in the end.

I am so so happy right now that little kids can watch Willow (2022) and see themselves on the screen, in a positive light as well.

Thank you for giving us Kit Tanthalos, and Jade Claymore, and letting them be in love and it not be shown as something they have to hide from anyone.

#Willow #Kit Tanthalos #Jade Claymore #Tanthamore #Thraxus Boorman #Boorman #Elora Danan #Willow Ufgood #Ruby Cruz #Erin Kellyman #Amar Chadha Patel #Ellie Bamber #Warwick Davis #Personal

[igotanidea]

(3) Cheater : dick grayson!version

Long awaited part 3 - as promised.

@fullbelieverheart - I really hope I'll live up to your expectations of me and this story :D

part 1

part 2

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9 months ago

“No.”

“This was not a question, Dick.”

“Still the answer is no.”

When Bruce called Dick to the batcave and explained to him his role in the plan The Batman masterminded, Dick felt like laughing. 

At first.

Until he realised that Bruce was being absolutely serious with wanting his oldest son to get into a fake relationship with a girl named Sienna. Apparently, she was loosely connected with one of the Gotham’s crime lord and this was a way to get to her relative. It was crazy and to say the least, Dick felt offended at the mere thought of going through with this horrendous idea.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Bruce! And we can’t use an innocent girl for your scheming!”

“but we will.”

“Come on!” Dick threw his hands in the air in pure frustration

“Is this about this little journalist you met?” Bruce grunted at his son “What was her name again? Y/N?”

Dick sighed. He could keep on denying, pretending that he had no idea what Bruce was talking about but there was no point. And maybe, maybe, admitting that he felt something for Y/N would made his adoptive father soften?

“Yes…..” he admits

“Forget about her.”

“What?!”

“You heard me Dick.”

“But…..”

“You have duties to this city.”

“But….!”

“Enough Dick.  There are lives at stake. You have to think like Nightwing, not like Dick Grayson, now. Do you want people to die?”

“Please….. Bruce…. Ask someone else for this…. Please….” He tried to bargain, but he knew well enough it was a lost cause. Who else could possibly do the job? Jason?

“End of discussion. “

***

Dick was torn. On one hand he wanted to protect people and get whatever criminal was on the loose down. On the other he also wanted Y/N. It didn’t matter he barely met her. The feelings she gave him were incomparable with anything else. He wanted her with intensity he never thought possible. He knew he couldn’t just go and forget about her. Not with her pretty smile and pretty eyes and her messy hair and her positive energy.

So-

The only option was to play on both fields.

***

“Oh, God! I am so sorry! I swear I can be so clumsy sometimes……”

He choose the most cliché way to become acquainted with Sienna. He simply went to the same coffee shop she did every day and accidentally  bumped into her, spilling coffee all over. Of course, it was iced coffee, he wouldn’t risk anyone getting burned.

“Oh, please, it was me! I really should have been watching where I was going!” she retorted

“How about I offer you coffee as a form of compensation?” he grinned

“You just gave me one!” Sienna laughed and Dick couldn’t help but be positively surprised by her sense of humour. “I wouldn’t mind a little snack, thought….. Had a hell of a day and forget to have lunch….”

“Well I can’t really let a pretty girl like you starve.” Dick ginned.

“Oh, so now I am pretty girl?” she raised an eyebrow “you sure you bumped into me because you’re clumsy?”

“Who said clumsy and lucky cannot go in pair?”

Maybe this mission would be nicer than he thought……

***

6 months ago

He found Sienna amusing and charming. But it was still just for vigilante purposes and his eyes were on Y/N. They were. Truly. And to prove it to himself, one day out of the blue he decided to show up at her work, unannounced with the biggest flower bouquet ever. Causing a little bit of commotion and making a show amongst Y/N’s co-workers.

“Hey Y/N….” he smiled, his silhouette barely visible from the grand bunch of forget-me-nots. 

“Dick?” her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him. “It’s not my birthday…..”

“Can’t I just give a little gift to my favourite girl? For no reason? ”

“You’re just unbelievable” she chuckled shaking her head. “and I bet the blue flowers were chosen for no reason…..”

“Sh! You’re gonna blew my cover Y/N!”

“Mhm. Because of the colour of the plants….. As if that were the craziest thing that may uncover your secret identity.”

“And who’s unbelievable now?’ she narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and trying to kiss her.

“Nah uh….” She chuckles pulling back. “not at work….”

“Y/N!” he whined

“not at work.” She insisted

“Come over tonight then….” Dick begged. “Please… I need you

 “Tonight you say?”

“please, baby……”

“Wayne gala.” She simply said

“I’m sorry, what?” those two words threw him back into reality “what are you talking about?”

“You little pea brain…..” she cooed, brushing hair out of his forehead and ruffling his mop. “It’s the night of Annual Wayne Gala. Don’t tell me you forgot?” his silence was enough of an answer. “I was seconded for the press coverage. Work night for me.”

“Doesn’t mean we cannot have some fun together later on…..” Dick grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers and caressing her skin. The gesture was innocent but his eyes were shining with a predatory gaze leaving no room for doubts of what he really meant.

“Are you absolutely sure we can hide from Bruce’s watchful gaze?”

“It’s a big Manor….” Dick smiled suggestively, leaning closer to her “come on, baby. You keep me waiting for so long now…..”

“The famous Dick Grayson, the heartbreaker and forever the bachelor is begging for a girl?”

“Not just any girl…” he smirked “you.” Without any warning he closed the gap between them, kissing her softly with all the feelings he had for her. He loved her. Her loved her…. He loved her, right? “Y/N…” he tangled hand in her hair and brought her closer, not caring who might see them at her work. And apparently, at this point, neither did she. “Come on….” He brushed his lips over her cheek and jaw, eyes closed, breathing her in “Please…..”

“I….” she gasped, overwhelmed by everything he was doing at the moment “I guess I can try to implement some work-life balance…”

“Good girl…..” he whispered, kissing her lips again and she shivered at those words. He was right. She was keeping him waiting for long.

“I’ll see you tonight then, Grayson.” Gathering what was left of her self-control she pushed him away from her, standing up abruptly and fixing her hair “I gotta get back to work now.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” He grinned, grabbing her tightly by the waist, pulling her close and kissing once more with untamed passion, before moving away, grinning like a school boy and exiting the office, leaving the poor girl flustered and distracted.

***

“Dick!”

Dick was all ready for the Wayne Gala and for the little after party with Y/N, creating some wild scenarios in his head. But once he entered the main room, already filled with the big fish, his eyes searching for his girl in the sea of heads Sienna came right through to him.

“Sienna?” He smiled, but it felt ground  slip beneath his feet “what are you doing here?”

“Bruce invited me.” She handed him a glass of champagne and he tossed it off in a second. “Cause apparently the scatterbrain of my boyfriend forgot about the event of the year…..”

“Hm?” Dick muttered, his mind elsewhere “What? I mean, yes, of course, you know me..” he chuckled nervously “I never were a fan of this whole gala thing. Haha. None of my brothers ever were….”

“And yet, here we both are….I only wish the press weren’t so insistent.” Sienna took a sip of her own drink. “There’s this one reporter, Y/N. She tried to talk to me and get my opinion on some social case……”

“You… you talked to Y/N?!” Dick almost choked at the mini sandwich he grabbed from the tray.

“Yes! She’s a girl boss. You should meet her, Dick. Bet she would take you down with her no man’s bullshit attitude.” Sienna laughed “God, we could make such a good friends…. Oh, look! She’s right there! Talking to your brother.”

“Which brother?!” Dick’s started sweating. Please don’t let it be….

“Jason, I suppose. Seems like they are having fun together.”

“Oh, shit!” Dick hissed. Jason knew everything about this whole mission thing. And he had a really loose tongue.

“Dick? Are you all right, love?” now, Sienna seemed truly concerned, trying to meet Dick’s gaze.

“I’m perfect, dear. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I thought you hated this gala thing? And everything that came with it?”

“Well, I got a pretty girl by my side and …..” only now he get the chance to eye Sienna from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So glad you noticed.” She snickered

“So, will you do me the honour?” Dick reached his hand and once Sienna took it, lead her to the dancefloor, joining some other couples.

While he might have had Sienna in his arms, the only person on his mind was definitely Y/N. His gaze never left her figure during the dance and the only thing that saved him from any possible questions was that it was a slow dance and Sienna clung to him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying them moving together.

But –

This was also the source of the trouble in the form of Y/N noticing another girl being so close to Dick. Too close. And once Dick spotted her shocked gaze, her hurt face expression, the disbelief radiating from her whole body he knew he was doomed. And Jason, who was standing next to Y/N, barely holding a laugh was not helpful at all, making Dick count the seconds till the end of the song, and desperately and silently call his younger brother for help.

Obviously, Jason was not without heart and he would have to be completely blind to not notice the suffering of Dick’s and him making a fool out of himself. So after a while of not-so-discreet laughing his ass off he actually decided to give Dick a hand. He knew that anyone connected to Batman and actually listening to him would be suffering. No matter how strained the relationship between Dick and Jason was, the latter liked Y/N. And to tell the truth, Jason wanted to save her heartbreak. If that meant letting Dick talk to his girl and keeping Sienna occupied for a while, he could deal with it. For Y/N;s sake, obviously.

“Excuse-me dance?” Jason teased approaching Dick and Sienna.

“Hey…. Honey… would you mind Jace keeping you entertained for a moment, while I go talk to that journalist you mentioned? Oldest son, gotta keep the appearances that I actually know what I’m doing here…..” Dick stuttered

“Which he obviously doesn’t” Jason hissed

Sienna looked between two brothers, a bit confused of what was happening, but finally nodding her head.

“Sure, love. You go talk to the press. Hopefully your younger brother won’t trample me….” She chuckled and kissed Dick on the lips lightly before letting go of his hand and allowing him to run of the dancefloor.

Shit….

“Y/N!” he hissed. Apparently, before talking to the press, he will have to chase it first. “Y/N, wait!” he grabbed her wrist, before she could leave the Manor, spinning her around so that she was forced to face him.

“What the hell, Dick?! Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip

“Please, let’s just talk about it….” He begged “I can explain.”

“Explain why you had another girl holding you and kissing you?! What are you playing!?”

“Come on, let’s not make a scene, Y/N!”

“No. Let’s!” she had every right to be angry but Dick could not let her unleash her inner destroyer in front of all the guest. So before she could do or say anything else, he grabbed her waist and pushed her into the first empty room, pressing her into the wall inside and capturing her lips in his.

“Y/N….” he whined, feeling her kiss him back, turning all hot, his hands roaming her entire body in the frantic need of her. Right there, right now. He wanted her. And he was going to have her. After all that was the plan all along and if it were to happen a little faster than expected.. so be it. “Y/N….” his moan died halfway when his hand slide down her leg, sneaking under the hem of her dress and moving up again, lifting the material, trying to touch her where he knew she needed. “I love you…..”

Those three little words seemed to bring her back to reality.

“You love me, huh?” she wriggled out of his grip making him groan at the loss. “How dare you say that?!”

“Ok, fine… I owe you some explanation….”

“You owe me so much more than just some explanation.” She crossed arms over her chest ”are you with her? Is she your girlfriend?”

“NO!”

“Then what is this about?!”

“Batman.” He muttered

“I’m sorry, what?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“It’s Batman and Nightwing thing. Bruce is… after a criminal apparently and sienna… she’s the way to get to him….”

“So you’re just using her!? That’s even worse!”

“I’m not using her! I never promised her anything!”

“You let her kiss you!”

“It doesn’t mean a thing!”

“Do you even know women, Grayson!?”

“I want to be with you…! Please, you have to believe me, Y/N, I swear!” he grabbed both her hands. “Look at me.” She averted her gaze “Please, look at me….” She was still disobeying so in desperation he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on him “I know you hate me now and you have every right to do so. I should have told you about this and I’m sorry.”

“Are you now?”

“Yes. Please. I only want you. You hear me?” he leaned forward slightly, their foreheads touching “You, baby. I wish it wasn’t so hard, but sometimes… sometimes I have to act like Nightwing and not like Dick Grayson. But it doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She sighs deeply at the confession processing everything he just dropped on her. “Please baby, say something, anything.”

“She’s actually a very nice and smart girl, you know?”

“But I want you….”

“Shut up, Grayson. You say it’s hard for you, but do you have any idea how hard it is for me to go against another girl’s back?”

“I’m sorry….” He squeaked, holding her hand tighter.

“I’m not gonna leave….” Y/N starts.

“You won’t?!” his eyes lighten up a bit at the words.

“No. However…. If we are to pursue our relationship further… do… all those things you want to do…..” at this point Dick felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of having Y/N. “if you want me, you’ll have to finish that stupid mission  first. I won’t sleep with you while you still with her.”

“But it’s all fake!”

“Even if it’s fake.” Y/N emphasised.

“But….!”

“No buts. I’m here, but like I said, no betraying another girl like that. Not while she might be in love with you, you hear me? I can wait, can you?”

“Yes….” He hung his head low. “Yes, I can wait for you, but you’re making it really hard for me Y/N.”

Now

“ What the fuck is going on here?!” Sienna’s voice echoed through the apartment.

Shit… Shit… shit….

They were in so much of a deep shit…..

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Can I request Morticia Addams protecting you part 2? Maybe just fluff and how mortician and r raise a child together in a mafia family

ANOTHER?

PAIRINGS: Morticia Addams x reader

WORD COUNT: 885

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, overprotective!Morticia, talks of Mafia, some fear in Morticia, talks of having a baby, not spell checked, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Morticia, it’s not dangerous, I promise! We’ll never even let him out of our sight.” Your wife shook her head in a disapproving manner, sighing as she bit her lip and continued to chop the carrots. You groaned in petulance, only removing your hands from the tight hold against your chest when you heard your son crying out for you. Morticia instantly set down the knife, rushing behind you to catch an eye on the little boy. Apparently he was still hungry and was also upset that he knocked down her toy.

It was the toy his mama had gotten him and she took pride in knowing it was his absolute favorite toy. You would shoot her playful glares whenever she mentioned it, because the both of you knew deep down that Morticia would definitely be the most liked.

“Oh, Pugsley, you need to be more careful. I know you get your clumsiness from mommy, but I don’t need two of you being this identical.” You chuckled lowly and placed a small kiss to his forehead before allowing him a few animal shaped crackers before dinner.

“The giraffe has always been his favorite, I don’t understand why.”

“Well, they’re cute. And they’re tall, I bet he’ll be a tall little guy soon too.” He pointed out the animal with his small fingers, a smile adorning his face as he giggled and took a bite.

“They’re long-necked freaks, I don’t understand how anyone could like those things. Besides, he’s too little to be eating those, what if he chokes?”

“Baby, his teeth are nearly full grown and they’re the softer versions for babies, he’s going to be okay.” You admired his love for the crackers and came to a sudden realization that had you abstrused; he had never gone to the zoo. He had probably never even seen an animal besides when your bodyguard had brought around a watchdog who he adopted. He instantly fell in love with it, and he cried the moment you had to say goodbye.

“What if we take him to the zoo?” Your wife stopped in her retreat to the dinner she insisted on preparing and placed her arms at her side, glaring at the thought alone.

“Please tell me you are joking, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and whined lowly, causing her to raise her eyebrows and quirk her lip upwards.

“Darling, do you realize how dangerous the zoo really is? There are hundreds upon thousands of people there every day, none of which we know and can trust. The animals are kept in their enclosures by glass only, what if they try to attack? Hm? What happens when our baby is in danger and we are too focused on those dang animals?”

“It’s not that serious! I get it’s dangerous with your position but he deserves to live, don’t you want our boy to experience the world?” You pleaded with your eyes that you knew she could fall for so instantly. She bit the inside of her cheek and took a small breath through her nose before finally falling out of her trance.

“You need to stop hypnotizing me with those things- you already gave them to our son and now he’s a spoiled little death bug.” She glanced towards him once more, and seeing him play happily with his food made her sigh softly.

“Mhm, and maybe that’s why you should let us take this cutie pie to the zoo.” You stood behind the little boy with pleading eyes and he seemed to follow your act without hesitation.

“Mama, will you please take me and mommy to the zoo? Oh, mama, I really want to go!” You impersonated, and your son's struggling voice came to play. He murmured her title and you knew that was the moment she’d agree. With a long term list that she forced you to listen to, she accepted your pleas and two days later you were holding your body as he giggled at the Lion’s acts.

Morticia had began with stalking your surroundings in order to keep Pugsley and her wife safe, but soon she felt her guard falling as she focused on the happiness you shared. She had never once in her life felt so much peace, she was finally calm. Bodyguards still followed you both for protection, but she felt as if you three were the only ones in the world.

“Where’s the giraffe enclosure?” Your wife asked, causing you to stop in your tracks and Pugsley’s face instantly lit up. You looked at the map and followed the direction instructed, and only a few minutes later did you stand in front of the awaited zone. He watched as the animal moved and admired the noises they made, along with the chewing of the leaves.

“You know, he could feed the lambs over there.” She nodded softly, giving her son a moment before expanding their journey.

“We should have more.”

“You think we can handle that?”

“I think I can handle anything as long as you’re with me.” You turned to face the woman, still keeping your eye on Pugsley as he fed the different breeds.

“Awh, is the grumpy old Morticia getting soft on me?”

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the two of you.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

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Scream

NOTHING GOES ACCORDING TO PLAN: Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Summary: Nothing went according to plan. She shouldn't have been stabbed; she never meant to be a victim.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: SPOILERS! (Scream 6), blood and violence, description of said violence, swearing

•••

Just like before, after the doors closed in front of them, separating the friend group to two smaller teams, she was once again torn between suspicion and love.

Handling that situation was always the most challenging for her. She felt like her whole mind was torn into two parts whenever the whole group was together and the 'Core Four' - as Chad liked to call themselves nowadays - accused her lover of being a Ghostface killer. And it's not like she was stupid, not understanding their reasoning. She knew where they were coming from, she accepted that their suspicion towards everyone other than themselves was the right thing to think these days - but still, they for sure gave her many migraines ever since the murders have started again.

It was hard to be both an understanding friend with great survival instincts and a loving, protective girlfriend who either shut the world out or kicked someone in the face whenever accusations were thrown around.

And as Sam with the others got further away from them, she was once again standing between those two sides. Ethan was trying to keep up the positivity, while Mindy was trying to get as far away from her prime suspect as possible, sending her glances which said 'you should do the same'. Once again she was left in the middle.

As Mindy took a few steps away from them to text Chad, Ethan held her hand and gently squeezed it, trying to reassure her that everything would be all right.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sure." she answered and stood on her tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek, close to his mouth. "I just wish it was over, you know? I don't like it when they are treating you like this." she turned towards Mindy, not daring to raise her hand and point at her, because even though her friend was texting, she for sure looked like she's glaring at them here and there while doing so.

His answer was another gentle squeeze and it made her heartbeat faster.

After waiting for the next ride to show up, what to her felt like long hours, they got into the cart, finally leaving that station behind. But after getting in and looking around, she had the feeling that standing and waiting at the station was probably better, no matter how she could literally cut through the tension with a knife.

Inside, there were multiple people dressed up as Ghostface, sending her to a whole other dimension. That whole thing felt like a set up and a trap, and fearing the worst she looked around to find Mindy, who didn't want to stay with them.

Ethan found her first and raised his hand to wave, but didn't get any kind gesture back from her.

"I'll go and check on her, okay?" she asked as she looked up at him. "I'll be right back in a few seconds."

And just like that she was on her way to Mindy, pushing away a few people to be able to move.

"Hey, are the others okay?"

"Sure." was the short answer she got. "But maybe you should ask yourself if you're okay."

She didn't have to continue for her to know that she's talking about Ethan, who's gaze she could feel on her back.

"I know I am." she replied, trying not to argue as she looked at the screen of Mindy's phone.

U on the next train?

Yes w Ethan aka GF

Sending...

She did her best to bite her tongue and not say anything. Mindy's hurt and that's understandable, Anika just died and everything is going to shit again. She has to keep calm and let it play out, she'll see that she was wrong and even though she won't apologize, the usual mood will be back again.

Mindy raised her arms, because the message didn't want to be sent, but after a few moments she gave up and looked at her with a sigh.

"Look, you know you should never trust the-"

That's when a man with a Ghostface mask on leaned towards them, making them jump and curse at him. The guy laughed as he muttered a 'sorry'. The two girls backed away, but doing that got her further away from Ethan.

"God dammit, now I have to believe that everyone in this fucking city is an asshole." she cursed as they found a new spot. She turned around and sent Ethan a reassuring smile, calming the poor boy down, who was about to get to them.

Just then the lights started to flicker, making the train darker and creepier. It sent goosebumps down her spine.

As she noticed another person in a Ghostface costume a few steps away, a man accidentally bumped into her, sending her backwards, stumbling far away from Mindy. Many others had to change positions as the most likely drunk guy tried to keep his balance, but that created a barricade between her and Mindy - and Ethan. She could no longer see them, and she was pushed even further back until her back touched the metal door.

Yes, these people were truly assholes tonight.

The lights flickered once again and that's when she noticed the movement. Like a true horror movie scene, as it got dark the figure got closer and closer, but stood still when the lights were on again. The mask of the Ghostface costume scared her and she was about to either call out or scream when the figure rushed towards her, and the last thing she knew was that she tasted the material of the gloves on her lips, as the person kept her mouth shut.

How could she forget, she thought as she looked at the mask, examining the eyes and the mouth, never say 'I'll be right back', because you won't be back.

The sudden pain in her abdome was so strong and insufferable that tears formed in her eyes as she closed them, as if that would help her escape from it. She felt how the knife cut through skin and muscle, but she could also hear it and those sounds made her gag. She felt herself shouting, but no one could hear her because of the hand on her mouth.

And then the figure started cutting and cutting, pushing the knife upwards towards her chest and the absolute misery and torture that action brought with itself was too painful to bear. She was sobbing then, she knew that much, but she raised her arms to either defend herself, pull the mask off or hurt the murderer, so the others will know that the scars on someone means they found who they were looking for.

The knife was pulled out too suddenly and she fell to the ground with some quiet whimpers, not finding the strength in herself to shout, while the train moved on and on.

Mindy was the first to get to her, since she was closer, but by the time she got there the figure was already gone. Mindy fell to her knees in front of her as she cursed, trying to find the right thing to do to stop the bleeding.

She only noticed that both of them were shaking after Mindy pressed down on her wound, what made her cry out in pain. She felt both cold and hot as she did her best to not look down, because she was sure the sight alone would make her faint.

"Shit, shit, shit. We gotta get you out of here!"

And there he was - Ethan was pushing through the crowded cart, not caring who will fall. When their eyes met all she saw was shock. He seemed so shocked that for a second he froze, not knowing where he is or who is. He only moved when Mindy cursed again because she started to cough. The way he rushed to her, almost falling while doing so, broke her heart. His cheeks became pink, he started to sweat and he cursed out so loudly she was sure everyone in the cart could hear him.

"Fuck- that's a lot of blood..." his voice cracked as he talked and as he leaned closer and touched her face, making sure she's keeping her eyes open, she explored something new in his gestures and expression.

The shock turned to fear at first. Pure, unmistakable fear as he looked at her and noticed the wound and the blood. Then it changed again. The fear was still partially there, but so was something wild and primal. The way the muscels moved under his eyes and next to his mouth, she could feel the anger radiating off of him. She found the need to protect and avenge in his gaze.

"Get the fuck away from her, you hear me?" Mindy tried to push him away in fear.

"Can you shut the fuck up for one second for God's sake?" Ethan was angry and scared. She's never seen him angry before. "We have to get you out of here, okay darling? Fuck, call 911!"

The train stopped, the doors opened. As Ethan's left hand took Mindy's place on her abdomen so her friend can call for help, she grabbed his arm, trying to settle her pain and fear down.

"It's okay, it's okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna get you out of here."

And he did.

He got a hold of her left arm and waist as good and as gentle as he could, and slowly walked her out of the cart. Her right hand found his on her stomach as they both pressed down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"E..." she muttered or at least tried to.

"Sh, don't talk, okay? Everything's gonna be fine." his voice was cracking here and there and when she looked up at his face she could see that his eyes became teary.

She interwined their fingers; their bloody, sticky fingers.

Ethan as gently and painlessly as possible sat her down to the ground before a pillar, close to the entrance to the subway station. She noticed how some people stopped to give them worried, panicked looks.

Her back was against the cold concrete as she kept eyecontact with him, pressuring herself to stay awake.

"You're gonna be okay, you hear me?" she didn't know who he tried to reassure with that sentence; her or himself. "God, you're gonna be fine. You have to be."

She raised her arm to touch his face even if the pain in her stomach had travelled up to her lungs because of it. The throbbing pain was so much, she almost accidentally poked him in the eye, because her hands started to shake.

Seeing the way her body reacted to the pain sent Ethan over the edge and the tears that already danced in the corners of his eyes started to fall. She's never wanted to see him cry. All right, maybe from happiness, but definitely not from fear. She wiped the proof of distress away with her thumb.

"I don't want to lose you..."

The way he said it, voice full of fear and pain made her cry as well - the reasons of the tears were mixed together. She whimpered as he pressed down a little harder on the wound.

"I- I've never wanted you to get hurt-" he had to swallow to continue. "I don't know what I'd do without you..."

"They'll be here in a few minutes!" Mindy shouted as she ran back to them. "I gotta go up so I can lead them here."

"Then go!"

Mindy looked at her wounded friend and only left when she nodded that it's fine, she'll be safe with Ethan.

After the girl left she looked back at her lover and did her best to keep her breath steady as she started to talk: "You won't- lose me, E. That won't- won't fucking happen!" she tried to smile at him, but the smile turned out to be quite ugly, because she gritted her teeth from the pain. "Besides- this will scream for a sick tattoo- when it scars."

They both smiled then, painfully, but honestly at her weak attempt to make everything better.

"I love you, E."

She thought about how crazy the past few days have been, how everything went from bad to worst. Yet no matter what happened, Ethan was always there for her to make everything better. He kissed her, hugged her, cuddled her and did his best to both calm her and make her forget about the situation they were in.

And when Ethan seemed to be a bit under the weather or when he got a bit hurt or overall tired from all the pointing fingers and accusations, she was doing the same for him.

"I love you too..."

He leaned in and pressed a short, but meaningful kiss to her lips and ran his fingers through her hair with his free hand.

" 'You'll stay with me, right?"

"Of course I will."

"Good," she whispered. " 'cause I'm fucking terrified of hospitals."

They both giggled a little as their foreheads touched. She started to cough again.

"I'd do anything for you..." Ethan mumbled, his voice had a strange edge, something what was even to her unknowm. "Anything."

That's when she saw Mindy, followed by paramedics, all of them running towards them. Ethan pressed one last kiss to her forehead then let go of her, giving place for the paramedics and letting them work.

As they put her on a stretcher and got her outside to the ambulance, Ethan's phone started to ring. As he looked at his wounded lover on the stretcher he felt so much anger building up in himself that he almost threw the phone away. She stabbed her. She had one fucking job and she stabbed her.

He'd do anything for her...

That night Ethan decided to go to the hospital instead of the shrine.

#scream #scream vi #scream x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #mindy meeks martin #ghostface

[cowgurrrl]

Yo Gotti

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: MOM JUNE’S BEING UNHINGED ON THE INTERNET AGAIN

Summary: You and Joel read thirst tweets together. Chaos ensues. [1.2k]

Warnings: internet speak, pregnancy, Joel Miller being a Wife Guy

"Hi, I'm Joel Miller," Joel says into one of the Buzzfeed cameras, and you smile as you introduce yourself. "And we are going to readin’ thirst trap tweets today. Both for ourselves and for us as a couple."

"It's gonna be weird," you laugh. "I wanted to do the puppy video, but Joel said no."

"If you weren't pregnant, we could do the puppy video." He says, resting a protective hand on your stomach. You're only twenty-one weeks, but you're way bigger than you were at this point with Sam which makes sense, considering there are two babies instead of one. Still, Joel has been overprotective, bordering on overbearing, as your pregnancy progresses, but you know it's because he loves you so much. Besides, the extra attention is kinda nice. The producer walks over with a bucket full of slips of paper, and Joel lets you choose the first one.

"The way I would let her redacted my redacted redacted," you laugh, and Joel peeks over your shoulder to see just how many 'redacted's there are, and he laughs too. "This is a pretty good one to start with." Joel picks one and immediately furrows his brows, mumbling the words under his breath.

"I don't think I get this one," he admits, and you laugh as you read it. It's a picture of his side profile from one of his music videos, the tweet reading, "What Doja Cat said." "How is that even dirty?" He asks, looking to you for an answer, and you take a deep breath to try and keep a straight face.

"Do you not know what they're talking about?"

"No," he says, and you laugh as you point at the camera.

"If your name is Sarah or Ellie Miller, click off this video now," you say before returning to him. "Doja Cat is a rapper, and she-"

"I know who Doja Cat is."

"Okay, sorry," you roll your eyes dramatically. "Anyways, she said in an interview once that she liked big noses because you can sit on them," you and Joel laugh loudly, a blush creeping up his neck, and you shake your head. "These are fucking unhinged. I love them."

Much of the interview goes that way, you read a few, and then Joel reads a few, and you laugh at them together. Joel doesn't understand a lot of the internet speak, which results in you having to explain it to him in terms he'll understand. You never thought you'd have to explain to your husband what the fuck someone means when they say he put his whole "Joelussy" into his most recent album, Between Oceans. One of them, in particular, makes you raise your eyebrows at him as you hide the paper from him.

"Are you ready for this one?" You ask.

"I don't know. Am I?"

"Say what you want about parasocial relationships, but Joel Miller being crowned Sexiest Man Alive and then him and his wife announcing they're pregnant with twins three months later is so important to me." You read, and he shrugs.

"Those two things are not related."

"Yes, they are." You say, and Joel gives you a look.

"No, they aren't." He doubles down, and you glance between him and the cameras. You bite back a comment about being pretty sure of when he impregnated you once again.

"Are you being serious right now?" You ask instead, and he laughs.

"There's no way!"

"Joel," you say, looking at him seriously like you're trying to transport your thoughts into his head, but he just stares at you. You laugh as you lean in, covering your mic, and whisper in his ear about the night of his cover reveal party back in November.

"Oh!" He yells, suddenly connecting the dots. "Okay, yeah. Those two things are related."

"Thanks, People Magazine!" You laugh as Joel suddenly sits up and points at the camera.

"Hey, if I never get awarded World's Sexiest Man Alive ever again, that's totally fine! No more!" He waves his arms in an X position, and you copy him.

"Yes, he's done! We're done!"

"Was this pregnancy a surprise?" The producer asks, and you rest a hand on your stomach out of habit.

"I mean…" you trail off, looking at Joel. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Sure, we can talk about it."

"We were talking about having one more baby, but we weren't going to plan anything, so we just kinda left it up to chance and…"

"We thought four was a good number." Joel finishes for you, and you nod.

"And hey, guess what's a better number than four?"

"Five," you and Joel say in unison.

"Do you know if you're having fraternal or identical twins?" The producer asks, and Joel looks at you to see if you want to answer.

"They're identical." You say, running a hand over the expanse of your belly, and all the people on set clap. You smile and thank them before diving into the rest of the thirst tweets.

"Well, that was…" Joel tries to find the words as you get to the bottom of the bucket. "Certainly somethin'."

"Joel is famously oblivious to how handsome he is, so I'm glad we could force him to see just how many people, besides me, think he's cute."

"They thought I was more than cute," Joel says, smirking and leaning back in his chair. "What was it that one person said about my nose?"

"Okay, you're done!"

"No, I seriously don't remember. Can you remind me?" You immediately recognize the flirty tone in his voice and playfully shove his face away from you so you can hide the blush on your cheeks. "Do y'all see how she treats me?" Joel laments, and you laugh.

"Oh, you're obviously very neglected."

"I'm just sayin' what the audience is clearly thinkin'," he shrugs. "We should kiss just to put their minds at ease."

"You're worried about the audience's minds now?" You ask, and he hums, already leaning in. You give him a look but kiss him anyways. Six years of marriage and three kids later, and he still makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. You sign off by promoting each of your newest projects and thanking Buzzfeed for the opportunity.

"Do you think more celebrity couples should read thirst tweets together?" The producer asks.

"I don't know if there are any celebrity couples that are as cool as we are," Joel says before you can say anything, and you laugh.

"That's true. We are pretty cool though our kids might disagree."

"They're pretty cool, too," Joel says, and you nod. With that, you wrap and thank the crew for everything.

The day the video goes up, it goes viral with people screaming about Joel's reactions, your laughs, and the People Magazine story. But the thing that they get the most excited about is seeing you two interact. You see one post that says, "This video might as well be called Joel Miller being in love with his wife for six minutes straight," with a picture of you two kissing attached. Joel, never one to shy away from a challenge, posts one of the first pictures of you and him not taken by paparazzi but by him. You're at the beach with your back to his chest, resting between his legs as you two sit in the sand, and his lips are pressed to your temple. In the caption, he writes, "In love with you then. In love with you today. In love with you tomorrow."

Instagram breaks within the hour.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff

[tierneysodegaard]

Baby Pink - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Okay, I love me some angst with fluff endings so I was think about how maybe (Y/N) and Max have known each other since the karting days. She’s had a crush on him since then and everyone knows it (if he knows or doesn’t know can be up to you lol) but he doesn’t like the reader in that way (at least he thinks he doesn’t 😉😉). Max and (Y/N) hook up and she finds out she’s got a bun in the oven. Tells Max but he’s kinda like I can’t take care of a child, I have my career to think about.

Fast forward to like 3 to 4 years where she goes to one of the races since she’s close to one of the other racers. Of course to add some more spice none of the drivers know. And basitc just Max seeing his beautiful baby girl for the first time. It’s just a rough idea you can of course make it yours. I’ve had this in my head for a while and I like every one of your fics so I thought you would be perfect for this T_T - ☁️

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, Max being a dick, fluff, slight reader x Daniel but it’s all platonic

—

Your heart dropped at the results of the pregnancy test you’d just taken. 

Positive.

And there was only one man who was the dad and that man was Max Verstappen. 

You and Max had been friend since he’d started karting, the pair of you grew up with one another and so did your feelings towards him. Max always had a cocky demeaner about him and that was something you loved. He wouldn’t let anyone boss him around well, other than you of course. You never missed a race, although you never knew if he felt the same way about you but you didn’t care, he would always be special to you no matter what.

The pregnancy test was staring daggers into your heart, scared of what was ahead of you and Max. It was a stupid mistake really, the pair of you went out to celebrate one of his wins and you both got rather drunk. You went to bed together and well, drunk people evidently forget protection. That morning you didn’t think much of it, you couldn’t remember most of the night which also meant you couldn’t remember if you used protection. You’d risked it before, stupidly but that was a long time ago and luckily for you nothing came of it but the one time you slept with Max Verstappen, a baby was on the way. 

You’d quickly sent Max a text asking if he could come round quickly as you needed to speak to him. Max replied fast and told you he’d be on his way as soon as, evidently sensing that something was wrong. Now everything started to hit you. Leaning on your kitchen counter your eyes never left the test. 

It was only a drunk hook up and now look at it. 

You and Max were so young, both of you being twenty and Max had just properly settled down in Formula 1. You had finally gotten yourself a decent job which paid well, with the pair of you working together, this could work right?

“Sorry the traffic was shit!” Max had let himself in your apartment as he called out to you only to find you standing in the kitchen. “You okay?” He offered a light smile but that faded when he saw your face. 

You didn’t utter a word, only holding out the test so he could take it into his hands. Max studied it like it was some rare object, almost like he’d never even seen one before. The silence between the two of you grew, both of you waiting for the other one to say something. 

“It’s yours…” Your weak voice followed through with your words. “If you couldn’t guess…”

“Is this a joke?” He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes. 

“Max why would I joke about something like this?” 

“Because I don’t want a kid -”

“Well neither do I but I can’t just make one on my own!” Your eyes fell from his as you spoke. “These things happen and I want to keep it -”

“I can’t raise a child!” Max threw the test back onto the counter. “I just can’t, my career won’t allow me -”

“Oh come on Max there are plenty of drivers that have children!”

“Yeah and they have wives! Not to mention they’re so much older than you and I.”

“And? That doesn’t mean we can’t raise one.”

“No.” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not raising a child with you!”

“So you’re just going to ignore our child?”

“I have a career y/n!” 

“And you think I don’t?” You stepped forward. “What you think just because I don’t drive some fancy car around a track that means my career is any less valuable than yours?”

“That’s not why I meant and you know it!” Max raised his voice. “I have worked so hard for this, I have given up so much and I am not going to let it all go to shit to raise a baby with a woman that I don’t even love!”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You loved him. You wanted him until the rest of your days but Max didn’t feel the same. 

Your eyes pricked with tears. “You know what Max? I loved you, I really did. I gave up a lot for you too and I wouldn’t change it for the world but you know what? You don’t deserve the love of your own child. I’ll raise them and then when they’re old enough I’ll tell them the truth about their selfish father. They can make the decision if they want to contact you or not, for now, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Max wasn’t sure why your words hurt him, especially after he just admitted he didn’t want you or yours and his baby around. But that one line stuck with him not only in that moment but for the next four years. He nodded at your words, leaving you alone to break down over what had just happened. 

Your baby girl was born in May, you’d named her Leia as she happened to be born on the fourth. She was your entire world although she had the eyes and attitude of her father. No one on the grid knew she was Max’s well… all except Daniel. 

You’d gotten close to Daniel when you used to visit Max and when Daniel pressured Max to tell him why you no longer turned up to races Daniel was furious. He went to visit you straight away, making sure both you and the baby were all okay. He even held her when she was a few weeks old, Daniel soon was known as Uncle Daniel to your little girl although he might as well have been her dad considering he’d done more for her than Max had ever done. 

When the time was right you’d tell her everything, tell her about what had happened and when she was old enough you’d let her contact him, see if he wanted to actually talk to you and his daughter after running off and continuing his career as if nothing had happened. 

Right now you had Christmas music blasting from your speakers as you held Leia in your arms, helping her decorate the tree in your front room. She was giggling as you sang along to last Christmas, swaying side to side with smiles on your faces. Max might have walked out on the two of you but part of you was glad he did otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to have all these memories with your little girl but the other part of you always knew you wanted him here.

You hadn’t heard anything from him for four years. Not a word. You checked up on his racing, he’d gotten his wish when he left you and Leia. He had one more race until the end of the season and if he won it he would be a World Champion. Unluckily for you Leia loved watching the cars go around the track, little did she know that it was her dad she was watching. 

A knock at the door broke yours and Leia’s attention. With her still in your arms you opened the door to be greeted with a happy Daniel. “Uncle Danny!” Leia yelled, holing her arms out for Daniel. Setting the bags of presents down Daniel took her in his arms. 

“Hello angel.” He kissed her cheek before flashing you a smile. “There’s presents there, I’ll get them -” He tried to move down with Leia in his arms but you beat him too it. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got it, how’ve you been?”

“Good.” He smiled, keeping his gaze on you. “y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s an envelope in there for you, please open it now.” He turned back to Leia. “Are you gonna show me this tree you’ve decorated?”

“Yeah!” She squealed with excitement, clapping her hands as Daniel walked over to your Christmas tree. You pulled the bag he’d brought with him onto the kitchen counter, opening it to see an envelope with your name on it. You didn’t think twice about ripping opening the envelope, pulling the letter out to read. 

y/n

Merry Christmas, I think Leia will love it.

Daniel.

Inside the envelope contained two paddock passes for the race in Abu Dhabi. Your eyes welled up with tears, Daniel noticed and sent Leia off to get some of her toys before pulling you into his chest, allowing the tears to fall into his shirt.

“Why?” You sobbed. “Daniel he’ll be there.”

“You’ll be with me and Lando all the time, you won’t have to see him.”

“Why?” You stepped back looking up at Daniel. “Why now? After four years -”

“He’s been talking about you more than he usually does. He’s always asked about you. I never told him much, or even about Leia, only her name.” He took a deep breath. “I think it would do you good and you don’t have to speak to Max but maybe he’ll change if he sees you. He’s been so stressed about everything -”

“Daniel he’s the one who walked out on me and Leia, not the other way around. Four years he left me to raise our child. There’s only so many times that you can tell her that her dad isn’t around because he’s busy working in another country.” 

Daniel took your hands into his. “I wouldn’t do it if I thought it would hurt you even more. y/n I know he loves you -”

“He doesn’t love me Daniel, he told me that I told him I was pregnant.”

“He’s had time to think -”

“Four years Daniel, he doesn’t need four years.”

“I know and I would never make an excuse for his actions, I want you there to support me.” Daniel moved his hands to cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “Besides Leia likes it and who knows, maybe she’ll be the one to challenge the way F1 works, get her into karting and she could be rivalling her dad. Maybe even race against him and win, show him who’s the better driver.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at Daniel’s words. If Leia really liked F1 that much and wanted to start karting you would need to involve yourself in her world and her dads even more than you wanted. 

“Fine.” Reluctantly agreed. 

---

The fear of seeing Max face to face again was killing you but for Leia’s sake you kept a brave face on. She was ecstatic that the pair of you were going to watch the race, she’d been told that she was going to see Uncle Danny race, perhaps it was best to keep Max out of the equation for now. She didn’t need her love of cars crushed by the very man that was supposed to love her more than any guy she’d meet in her life. 

Leia was decked out in McLaren merchandise, plodding through the paddock like she owned the place. Daniel was holding her hand as she walked towards the garages with him. Daniel had promised her that she could sit in his car with him and that was what the three of you were heading off to do now. You saw a few familiar faces, waving and saying hello to a few of them although every single one of them gave you a rather puzzled look at the sight of you with a child, evidently Max hadn’t wanted to spread the word that he was a dad. 

Anyone who walked through the paddocks would have easily have mistaken you and Daniel for a couple, especially as he held onto her like he was her own, she might as well be at this rate. You neared the McLaren garage, you could see the Red Bull one wasn’t far away as you held your breath at every single small movement coming from the garage, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of Max. Sure he was an absolute dick to you but you wanted to at least see him in person, even if it was from afar. 

“Do you want to get in?” Daniel’s voice grabbed your attention. He was kneeling down beside Leia, smiling at her reaction to his car. 

“Yeah!” She screamed with excitement. Daniel climbed into the car, holding his arms out for her. You picked her up, placing her in the safe arms of Daniel as she sat in his lap. Daniel started to explain everything in the car, in a more simpler way a four year old could understand. 

You took out your phone, taking photos of the two of them. The pair of them in front of you were your family, you didn’t need Max. Leia had a fun uncle who wanted to take her to the races. Even Lando started to get involved, kneeling down by the car and quizzing Leia on what everything did. You were too distracted to notice two drivers walk behind you, one stopping in his tracks as his world fell apart and came back together at the sight of you and Leia. 

Max and Charles had been walking through the garages on the way back to the paddocks when Max heard a laugh he hadn’t heard in four years. You were laughing at Daniel, Lando and a little girl. 

His daughter. 

Just like that Max’s world changed forever. 

Jealousy flooded his veins at the sight of Daniel with his daughter. He had no right to be annoyed at the Australian, after all he was the one that left you and his daughter. She looked just like you but she had the eyes of her father and evidently the passions of her father. 

“You okay mate?” Charles spoke to Max, noticing that he had stopped in his tracks completely. “Max?”

“Hmm?” He tore himself away from the scene but it was too late, Charles had spotted you. 

“y/n?” You spun around at the sound of you name being called. Not even noticing that Max was beside him you fell into his arms muttering a hello to him. It was only when you pulled back you noticed him. 

Daniel tensed up at the sight before him, silently wishing he hadn’t brought you here without making sure that Max wasn’t lurking around. Charles looked ahead of you seeing that Daniel had a little girl on his lap. “I thought you had a nephew Danny?” 

Tearing your gaze away from Max who was yet to say anything you spoke before Daniel could. “She’s mine.” 

“Oh really? Congratulations!” Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “Is she?” Charles eyed you and Daniel.

“No she’s not Daniels.”

“I was gonna say, he kept pretty quiet about that one.” He smiled whereas Max stood beside him silently. 

“Daniel is just her uncle, her dad isn’t in the picture.” You gave him a small smile before looking back at your daughter.

“Oh I’m very sorry, I don’t know what kind of man would abandon their child.”

Charles’ words made Daniel’s eyes go wide, trying to hide it so he didn’t put the pieces together. “I agree Char.” You glanced at Max as you spoke. 

Winning you back was going to be hard but Max already knew that.

“How old is she?” 

“She turns four in May.” 

“Nearly four wow… that’s about the time you left…” He looked over to Max who looked unamused. “Four years…” His eyes went as wide as Daniel’s as he connected the dots. “FOUR YEARS?” 

“Yes Charles, turns four on May the fourth, her name is Leia.”

“Leia…” Max muttered but Charles heard and he had already worked it out. 

“Hello Leia.” Charles waved at the girl. “Would you like to come and see a Ferrari?” 

“Yes!” She giggled. 

“Oh but McLaren is way better.” Daniel laughed as Lando took a hold of her, allowing Daniel to get out before handing her back to him. Daniel mouthed a ‘good luck’ to you as he walked past. 

“Is mummy coming?” Leia pouted. 

“Yes sweetie I’ll be there soon, mummy’s just going to catch up with an old friend.” You kissed her cheek before thanking Daniel. Charles grabbed Max’s racing suit, pulling his ear to his mouth. 

“How could you do that to her?” 

“I didn’t -”

“Don’t give me your shitty excuse. If she takes you back you better worship the ground she walks on. If not,” Charles eyed you as you finished your conversation with Daniel. “Maybe I’ll be her step dad.” Those words made Max snap, shoving Charles back before speaking. 

“Don’t talk about her or my daughter like that -”

“Your daughter? Daniel’s been more of a father than you have!” He spat. “Just wait until everyone else finds out.” Charles barged his shoulder with Max’s before walking out with Daniel and Lando, leaving you and Max alone. 

“y/n… how’ve you been?”

Really Max? Small talk?

“As good as one can be being a single parent for four years whilst your child's father is out partying every week and earning thousands when I had to scrape every single penny I had and make it last so she had a decent life. So she could see that she didn’t need a dad to help out, only uncle Daniel.” You didn’t care if your words hurt him, he deserved it. 

“y/n I’m so sorry.”

“For what part?” 

“All of it, for four years I have regretted everything I ever said to you. Everything I had done. It was so hard seeing everyone bring their children to work knowing I couldn’t do the same.”

“But you could Max!” You raised your voice slightly. “You could but you chose not to! When she started to speak she asked me where her dad was, do you know what it’s like having to tell her that her dad is always traveling for work and that’s why he can’t be here? And do you know how fucking hard it is to see your daughter watch the races and say ‘Max won mummy!’ over and over again and she has no idea that the man she sees win on tv is her dad?”

You started to cry as you spoke. “The closest thing she has to a dad is Daniel, it’s not even his kid Max but he put in more work than you ever did. He was there for her first steps, her first fucking word was ‘Dan’ and he buys her so many presents every year -”

“I bought her presents too.”

“What? No you fucking didn’t -”

“Daniel always brings more than one gift right? That’s because I buy the rest and give them to him and ask him to say they’re from me, I do the same with you.”

“Why do all that but not come see us?”

“I was scared y/n… I fucked up…” His words made you cry even more. All those gifts you and Leia loved were all from him, all this time.   

The sight of you breaking down broke Max. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You hated that you fell into his touch as easily as you did. Melting into his arms like you used to all those years ago as you sobbed into his racing suit. 

“She needs her dad Max -”

“I’m going to be her dad.” Max spoke into your hair. “y/n I was so fucking stupid, I should have never have left you. I got scared, I thought my career would be over, I was scared at what my dad would do, I was scared I’d put the both of you in danger because of what I did… I was scared because I love you and I was too blind to see it back then.” He kissed your head, soothing your hair as your tears started to dry up. “I’m so sorry.”

“She has your eyes you know.” You pulled back to look up at him, his hands draped around your waist and yours on his chest. “And you attuite.”

“It’s just a winners mentality.” He winked, hoping to make you smile again and much to his luck, it did. 

“It’s a pain in my fucking ass.” You took in his features. He’d grown into himself a little more, looking more mature now than he used to but other than that he was still the Max you’d fallen in love with. “Not to mention how much she loves cars.”

“Oh she’s definitely my child.” He let out a light laugh as he brushed the hairs out of your face. “But she has the beauty of her mother.” 

“And her intelligence.” You smirked. “If she had yours we would well and truly be fucked.”

“You have a point.” Max’s eyes flickered down to your lips. “I really am sorry and I know everything I’ve said doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done but I want to prove to you that I can be the dad she and you need me to be and the dad I want to be.” 

“Actions speak louder than words.” You eyed him up. “You’ll win her over easily but not me.”

“I know but I love you and that alone will get me through it.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes.” Max stepped closer, cupping your face. “I really do and I know you don’t and you probably don’t want us anymore but -”

“I never stopped loving you Max.” You cut him off. “I needed to and I wanted to but I couldn’t.”

He wanted to kiss you. It wouldn’t make everything disappear but actions speak louder than words, right? He didn’t think much about it, pulling you closer until his lips crashed with yours. Unlike that one drunk night the kiss wasn’t filled with lust or hast, this time it was full of love. It was clear the both of you had wanted this for years. You kissed him back, allowing your hand to snake through his brown locks. 

Max wanted this kiss to last a lifetime, he finally felt whole again and he knew he could keep this feeling if he grafted for you. The pair of you pulled back, looking at one another with longing gazes. “As much as I loved that you won’t win me back that easily.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if it meant you’d let me kiss you again, I’ll do it now -” Max started to fall to his knees. 

“Max get up you look like an idiot.”

“I’ve been an idiot for four years, this is nothing.” He looked up at you. 

“At least you’re self aware.” You cracked a smile before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to stand. “Do you want to meet her?”

“More than anything.”

“Come on then.” 

Max hadn’t been this excited for years. A smile brighter than the stars formed on his face as the pair of you walked towards the Ferrari garage where Leia was now trying on Charles’ helmet on which was evidently far too big on her making all three of the boys laugh. 

“Leia?” You called to her as Charles’ helped her get out of the helmet. 

“Mummy!” She ran over to you. Kneeling to the floor you took her in your arms. “Charles showed me his helmet.”

“Did he now?”

“I want one!” 

“Well maybe if you’re lucky Santa might bring you one for Christmas.” You smiled at the girl. “What one would you like? A McLaren one or a Ferrari one?” 

She thought hard about the options before speaking. “Santa can pick!” 

“Say McLaren!” Daniel called to the girl, only making her laugh. 

“Leia, do you remember when I told you that daddy was never at home because he was always working?”

“Yeah.” 

“Would you like to meet him?” 

“Yes!” She jumped on the spot, clapping her hands. Max knelt down beside you, her eyes going wide as she looked at the Red Bull driver. 

“Leia,” You turned to Max. “This is Max, your dad.” 

The small girl didn’t waste a second as she flung herself into his arms. Max held onto her tightly, tears started to fall from his eyes. “I’m so sorry daddy was working, he’s been busy -”

“It’s okay daddy.” She evidently warmed up to him faster than you did. “Mummy always said you had work.” 

“But now I’m going to be with you so much more, I promise you.” 

“Will you be home for Christmas?”

Max looked over to you for confirmation. You nodded your head, you wanted him around just as much as she did. “Yes baby I will be.” She only giggled as Max set her down. 

“You drive for Red Bull?” Her small hands traced the logo on his suit. 

“Yes I do, Uncle Daniel used to as well.” 

“When you were very small.” You added. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes my love?”

“Do you love Mummy?”

“He better.” Charles muttered earning him a light shove from Daniel. 

“Yes I do and I love you too.” She fell back into his arms, not wanting to let go of him. 

You finally had your family back together and looking around at Lando, Daniel and Charles’ it was evident that you had a bigger support system then just Daniel. Leia was one lucky girl. 

“Mummy?” Leia turned to you. 

“Yes baby?”

“I want Santa to bring me a Red Bull helmet.”

Great, another racer in the family. 

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Read Part 2 here

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[olderthannetfic]

Hope it's okay to ask here, I love your blog and how you give clear, concise answers to questions without assuming bad faith so hopefully it's ok to throw my own "warning tag" question in here, TIA for the answer! So, childhood friends-to-lovers is like one of my favourite romance tropes to write in fanfic. I've done a LOT of ships with that, but I've never actually written anything more uh...spicy, shall we say. Until after the ship were both adults. I was raised Extremely Fundie and wasn't very sex positive for a LONG time as a result but now that I'm older & out of that environment I've grown a lot. So because of religious upbringing I just avoided writing smut before both characters were 18 "to be safe". In a recent new fandom I'm in I have a character who I feel like very much WOULD have explored her sexuality before she turned 18. The partner in this context is her childhood friend so they grew up together and are probably at most like 3 years apart, if that. So my question is, would I tag that as Underage because, even tho they're close together in age (ie. both "minors" in that sense) they ARE Underage or is the Underage tag on AO3 solely for Adult/Minor ships? (not judging writers of Adult/Minor pairings either, I'll add. It's just not my scene and I don't want to give people the wrong impression in the tags, either way around, whenever I inevitably write & post their First Time fic, yk?) -🌸 (hope its okay to tag this so I can maybe find it later? I don't wanna ask this off anon in case I get blasted by That(tm) side of fandom at large who might see my username and then come into my DMs/inbox to scream "P*do!!" at me, but I DO wanna be able to see the answer when it comes up, esp if I am not on tumblr the day that it does haha)

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Ah. You're still thinking about that tag in a more cultural sense, but that's not what it's for. If you dig through the FAQs and such, the explanation is in there somewhere, but to summarize, it refers to:

On page depictions of sexual activity including at least one character under 18.

(So if they just kiss or you just say she had sex but you don't show intercourse, oral, etc. on the actual page, it doesn't count.)

AO3's underage tag is actually to protect users who live in jurisdictions where <18 sexytimes are banned from art or banned unless there's ~artistic merit~ or whatever. Around the time AO3 was starting up was when Australia was having a big upheaval over such things, so it was on people's minds in the Anglosphere.

Whether the sex is problematique or age gap or whatever doesn't matter. The actual age of consent or laws around sex in the real world location these characters are in, if any, does not matter. Your 17-year-old UK characters fucking still need the warning or CNTW even though that's laughable in context. 18 tends to be the age most used in international law for... like... porn star ages and such, so 18 is what AO3 went with. Never mind that it's not necessarily the age of majority or that age of consent laws can depend on partner age, etc. etc.

Unlike noncon/graphic violence/character death, this warning isn't there primarily because readers find the topic squicky.

It's a legal ass-covering thing.

[operationslipperypuppet]

the thing about fig and ankarna, that seems to go unmentioned, is that emily is never going to play straight up and down worship.

fig isn’t concerned with bringing ankarna back - that’s not her bag, it never will be, and emily is so cognizant of wanting stories to feel different (to the point where she didn’t pursue a pc romance in naddpod’s campaign one, even when she knew both in and out of character that her character’s feelings were requited, because a romance story was already being told by the third pc) that she wouldn’t want fig to tell the same story kristen did in fhsy.

i think this lack of worship is best exemplified with how emily’s other pcs deal with and have relationships to gods, but this got incredibly long so the rest is under the cut.

to briefly talk about emily pcs and religion in general, there’s never a straight worship happening. alongside saccharina’s cleric status, emily has played 2 clerics and a paladin in naddpod, as well as a druid with deep religious ties. i’m going to talk about those since i’m the most familiar with them.

i’ll actually start with saccharina, since this arguably a post about dimension 20. her cleric levels aren’t at all about worship, certainly not of the whole of the sweetening path (she was the one who wanted to kill the sugar plum fairy, and would have, but essentially let ruby), they’re about defiance. defiance of the nuns who raised and abused her. defiance of the mother who left her behind. defiance of the father who never came to find her, who never knew she existed, who pushed her mother aside to become king of candia and join the concord. the sweetening path exists as a separate entity and act of defiance to the bulbian church, the thing at the center of the existence of the concord. her use of that magic and those abilities is about controlling and directing her innate magic, embracing the storm within. it’s not about worship of an entity.

the two other clerics were tied to actual gods, the trickster and the elder, but aren’t concerned with worship in the slightest. fia’s ties to the trickster are from being a blade (organization with ties to the god to protect people from undead and solve mysteries regarding fairies and pertaining to the gods), from being saved and partially raised by a blade, from being raised in a place that was essentially a cult of the reaper (the third god, much more concerned with death than the other two) and nearly being a sacrifice to the reaper before being rescued, and from seeing trickster magic in her girlhood friend. the actual power she gets is more about the ties she has to irina, and she actually ends the campaign quite angry at the gods and fixing their mistakes. tarragon is a little different, and the most tied to an actual god of any emily pc i’ve seen. she becomes a cleric to repent for being a soldier who was experimented on and used by people in power, to make up for the killing she did in her youth, the razing she did as a dragon warrior. at the end of her arc, she isn’t as tied to the ideals of repentance and order and peace. she’s devoted herself back to her friends. and realized that she can do these things without involvement in the cult-like following the elder has in town.

the we come to calliope, the paladin. she is not sworn to a god. she’s an oath of redemption paladin of the serpent queen (and a little bit oberon if you think about it). she’s using her power and position to attempt to help redeem her mother’s memory, but also to change the path oberon set for the world. a prophecy is coming true that was set before the world got complicated. she’s less concerned with swearing herself to the powers that be and more concerned with helping the serpents themselves, making sure they are not being used by the wrong people, keeping them from harm. she’s worshipping no one. she’s helping the helpless.

then, finally, moonshine. i could write thousands of words on moonshine cybin, so i’ll stick to one or two things. her ties to melora are important to her. she does, in fact, pray to her god, especially in times when she’s feeling conflicted. but she also gets angry at melora. she hates melora’s neutrality, she yells into the sky at melora on more than one occasion, and she all but loses her faith in shadowfell. but she comes back. and when melora needs her most, she reaches out a hand to heal her, brings melora’s long lost friend in to help, and saves the world by healing the heart. she lets this god be complicated. she recognizes the human nature of her. they’re allowed to be flawed, but she’s also allowed to call it out.

fig as a paladin is no different from all these other examples. if you look closely, you can absolutely feel how fig and moonshine were created by the same person around the same time, and callie’s recentering on her paladin self happened shortly before junior year was filmed, so you can look at those things as connected. fig decided to become a paladin to help kristen, to help cassandra. not because she believes simply in the power and clarity of doubt. (the point made there by porter and zara about that not feeling like fig was fine, but that’s not how they should have said it, especially to a student who just made this choice). she’s doing this to help her friends. she took healing word so they’d go down less. she moved from whispers to lore and made it so she could do more support (counterspell, cutting words, etc). hell, her being a hexblade is so there are more people capable of melee combat.

protecting ankarna’s domain doesn’t change how fig sees herself as a paladin. it isn’t going to make her (or emily) want to move to a straight up “i pray to this god and get my spells”, cut and dry, type of paladin. she’s not going to put herself on the line and be the first follower of ankarna. but she’ll see a hurt entity for what it is, recognize the humanity of that, and do what she feels will acknowledge it.

she’s not removing the restraints placed when this god died. but she’s opening a door 1000 miles from it, for if ankarna is ever ready or able to walk through.

#fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy

[plantboiart]

List of bitb headcanons I’ve just accidentally convinced myself are canon or something to the point where I’m shocked when they aren’t (under the cut so I dont needlessly fill up people’s feeds and also for spoilers)

-Rolan is a gay man

-Rolan did not realize he was a gay man until like his mid to late 20s

-Kian’s parents were drug addicts and very neglectful (I mean there’s subtext pointing to it but like technically all we know about them is that they’re hippies, they’re part of a “commune” (probably a cult) and they didn’t give him a last name)

-Rand has a stockier build than the other two. I don’t. He’s very skinny in official art. But in my brain? No he is not. Bro is chubby.

-Rolan was raised very religious and now he has issues

-Kian’s death and rebirth left him with a very large scar on his stomach (listen all I’m saying is the stingers like melt your skin and shit so if he swallowed it it would have done that to him from the inside starting at his stomach and also-)

-Rand is aroace but because he’s pretty sex positive and romance like neutral / positive he ends up thinking he’s bi

-Rolan had a cat with en ex-girlfriend but she took it when they broke up because Rolan’s a workaholic (mutual decision)

-Kian was definitely homeless at some point or at least very very much struggling for money while still trying to make the rockstar thing work

-Rand is dyslexic. Don’t really know where that came from and it’s not based on anything I just feel it in my soul

-Rolan can’t actually like… get sick. At least not with any kind of human illnesses. He just thought he had a very good immune system for the longest time.

-Kian is so so so very trans!!! Which direction? Depends entirely on what I feel like writing that day

-Rand was left a lot of shit in both of the other twos’ wills so post canon he’d be financially speaking pretty okay. Once he was doing a bit better he’d spend some of that money to just fucking start a record label, publish Kian’s music, and then leave conspiracy theorists going wild when the record label never publishes anything else ever again

-Rolan is the only one of the three who has like… actual other friends. They’re mostly from college and stuff and they’re not super close anymore but still call from time to time

-Kian calls Rolan hot nonchalantly

-Rand attempted before (please tell me you’ve seen the original please it’s meant to be a joke but also. Uh. Yeah.)

-All three of them are autistic. You know I’m right.

-The bugs can buzz in a way that has a similar effect to a cat’s purring :)

-Also on the bugs: they have a hierarchy that consists of

The queen (starts the hive, typically stays in the nest, not really of this mortal plane so needs a host to like tether them to it (Rachel), very intelligent and obviously rules the hive),

What I am choosing to call impostors for funny (more intelligent than average workers, are fully aware of what they are and what’s going on but can still pretend to be just normal people, act as a sort of middle man between the queen and the workers, mostly in charge of reproduction and gathering intel, keep and have all the knowledge from the person they are pretending to be),

And then the workers (not very smart on their own and need the hivemind to have like any idea what to do, have basically two minds aka the human mind and the bug mind, only one of which can typically be in control at a time, not capable of reproduction (mostly so i dont have to think about the implications of the bugs canonically laying eggs and Rolan), main purpose is to expand the hive, get food and protect the queen)

#theres honestly way more kian ones but i wanted all three of them to have a pretty equal amount here #kian is just a goldmine for headcanons since bro is so secretive and we have no idea whats going on with him actually #if anyone wants the rest of the kian headcanons just tell me and i will scream them from the rooftops #most of these are present in my fic btw #just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi show #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #blood in the bayou #jrwi spoilers #jrwi bitb spoilers #bitb spoilers #kian stone #rolan deep #timothy rand #jrwi kian #jrwi rolan #jrwi rand #jrwi headcanon